The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Hela\'s eyes twitched, expecting a differt line of conversation after their heartfelt apology. Instead, her younger sister was focused on Sam\'s age, and it irked her.

"He\'s eighte years old," Hela replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice. It seemed that Ava wasn\'t particularly thrilled by their return and was more interested in Sam for some reason.

"...He\'s so handsome. I understand why you wanted to keep him a secret. But why did you decide to reveal his existce now? Ar\'t you afraid that your ex-husband will try to take him away from you?" Ava inquired, her tone still quite nonchalant.

"Ava, he\'s eighte, a grown man. He knows what\'s best for him, and he\'s my son. He knows how much I love and care for him. I\'m sure he wouldn\'t leave ev if that... that man, William, offered the world," Hela responded with determination in her voice.

A small smile briefly appeared on Ava\'s otherwise indiffert face. She didn\'t offer any further commts. Ava had always be a reserved person, only speaking wh she felt the need to.

Ava continued to observe Sam, her gaze seemingly fixated on him.

Sam pointed toward the cultivators from the Froz Dragon Blade Sect who were watching their interaction and whispering amongst themselves. "Is it okay if I have a go with them?"

"He wants to spar with us?" the cultivators muttered among themselves, puzzled and surprised by the audacious request. Who was this guy? Where did he come from? He had appeared out of nowhere, disrupted their training, claimed to be the new young master of the Hailstorm Clan, and now he wanted to challge them? It was all getting rather ridiculous.

Harper, who didn\'t seem to hold a favorable opinion of Sam, asked, "You want to fight with them?"

"Yep," Sam nodded nonchalantly, having ssed Harper\'s unfavorable disposition and deciding to tread carefully.

"Young man, how long has it be since you reached the Core Formation Realm?" Harper questioned, disdain evidt in his tone.

"Why does it matter?" Sam retorted, his own attitude unyielding.

Except for Adriana, everyone was stunned by Sam\'s op disrespect toward Harper Hailstorm. Harper was the first younger brother of Alexander Hailstorm, and he stood as the second in line to become the head of the Hailstorm Clan, should anything happ to the currt matriarch and patriarch. He didn\'t see that happing anytime soon unless he personally took action.

Harper snorted, clearly unimpressed by Sam\'s behavior, and turned his gaze toward the cultivators. "Who is interested in teaching some lessons to our new young master here?"

The cultivators exchanged glances, each eyeing the others, trying to see if anyone would be the first to raise their hand. They all had differt thoughts on the matter.

"It would be really satisfying to beat the heir to the Hailstorm Clan," one cultivator imagined himself humbling Sam, the smug expression clear on his face, but he remained silt.

"His arrogance is infuriating. Based on his temperamt, he doesn\'t seem like he\'s be a cultivator for long. Yet, he wants to fight with us... He definitely needs to be taught a lesson," one cultivator in the crowd frowned, forming a negative impression.

However, of these cultivators were eager to volunteer. They wanted to assess Sam\'s abilities first, and while they might be annoyed, they also felt cautious.

"I\'d love to see that pretty face covered in dirt," another cultivator grumbled, feeling incredibly jealous of Sam\'s striking looks and suddly insecure about his own appearance.

The jealous cultivator\'s hand shot up suddly, and he walked forward, clearly displaying his dissatisfaction.

"I wish to spar with the young master," he declared, his face filled with irritation.

Sam\'s eyes lit up with excitemt. "It looks like this guy really can\'t stand me. Ev better, he\'ll probably put extra effort into humiliating me."

Sam casually stepped in front of the cultivator with his hands still in his pockets. His nonchalant posture, however, came across as arrogance to the onlookers.

He glanced at his oppont, who regarded him with a hateful expression, a sword held expertly in his hands.

"Oh, so you\'re a sword cultivator, huh? In that case, I\'ll use a sword too," Sam commted. Wh his oppont remained silt, looking at him scornfully, he simply shrugged. "Alright th. Let\'s fight." Sam took hold of the bronze sword he had tak from Julian and pointed it toward the cultivator.

"Do you want to make the first move?" Sam inquired, his gaze contemplative.

"He\'s so arrogant," Harper muttered to himself while observing Sam from the bleachers.

The jealous cultivator squinted his eyes in response to Sam\'s question. "You can make the first move, young master," he retorted with a hint of disdain.

"Okay," Sam replied nonchalantly. He stepped his right foot back before launching himself at the jealous cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, Sam appeared right in front of his oppont.

"What the hell? How is he so fast?" the jealous cultivator exclaimed, hastily raising his sword to block Sam\'s incoming attack.

He felt an overwhelming force pressing down on his sword, and the sharp pain in his hand made him grit his teeth. Unable to withstand Sam\'s assault, the jealous cultivator was st tumbling backward, landing ungracefully on his rear.

"...How?" The jealous cultivator stared in disbelief. He was a peak-stage Core Formation Realm cultivator, and by all logic, no one in the Core Formation Realm should have be able to defeat him so easily.

The evt had unfolded so swiftly that the jealous cultivator couldn\'t comprehd how it had occurred. The Froz Dragon Blade Sect\'s cultivators, who were of peak-stage Core Formation Realm, were astounded.

It wasn\'t because Sam had employed high-level martial arts or anything particularly complex. He had simply used a straightforward slash to defeat his oppont. What left them baffled was that Sam, a Core Formation Realm cultivator like his adversary, had no reason to prevail in such a manner. Ev Sam\'s handling of the sword was unpolished, indicating his inexperice in swordplay.

Yet he had managed to defeat the other cultivator with a straightforward maneuver.

The spectators couldn\'t fathom how Sam could move at that velocity. No Core Formation Realm cultivator should be capable of moving at such speeds. They had expected him to have a higher cultivation level, but they couldn\'t detect any sign of a nasct soul from him.

"Could it be that he has cultivated Daoist Foundations?"

"Yes, that might explain it."

"But ev that wouldn\'t account for such speed. How many foundation levels has he cultivated, and how many cores has he formed?" The cultivators whispered among themselves, their curiosity piqued.

Sam was disappointed; the previous bout hadn\'t satisfied his craving for an exhilarating match. He hadn\'t ev used his full physical strgth and had effortlessly st his oppont flying. His initial excitemt waned.

He had come here seeking an exciting fight, and one lackluster duel hadn\'t discouraged him. Sam surveyed the crowd of Froz Dragon Blade Sect\'s cultivators and asked, "Is there anyone stronger than him who wants to spar with me?"

The spectators felt a twitch in their mouths. \'Did he just sound disappointed with his last battle?\'

A burly man emerged from the crowd, looking rugged and sturdy. He carried a massive sword over his shoulder.

"The big guy\'s stepping up!"

"Rumors say he\'s cultivated two levels of Daoist foundations and ev formed three cores, but he\'s still struggling to break through to the Nasct Soul realm."

"Well, he\'s physically one of the strongest core formation realm cultivators in our sect, so he might actually have a shot at winning."

"Yeah, if he loses too, it\'s going to make us all look pretty bad."

"I\'ll give you a good show, young master," the bigman declared.

\'Why does it feel like he\'s saying something gayish to me?\' Sam couldn\'t help but cringe inwardly.

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[ Master: Sam Flareheart ]

[ Status: Healthy, Evolving ]

[ Titles: Master Of The Codex Of The Supreme Immortals ]

[ Age: 8 ]

[ Inheritance: Inheritance of the Eternal Dragon Monarch, Will Of The Immortal Shadow Emperor]

[ Cultivation: Supreme Elev Core Formation Realm ]

[ Body Cultivation: None ]

[ Race: Noble Dragon ]

[ Bloodline(s): Froz Abyssal Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Inferno Dragon Bloodline, Primordial Chaos Dragon Bloodline (Assimilation: 49.00%)]

[ Spirit Vein(s): Nine-Heavs Spiritual Veins ]

[ Bloodline Abilities: Cryokinesis, Pyrokinesis ]

[ Physique: Mystic Voidheart Harmonic Physique, Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique(Assimilation: 86.94%)]

[ Divine Powers: Divine Charm (Assimilation: 7%), Immortal Body (Stage), Exquisite Rune Heart ]

[ Innate Abilities: Devour, Rumination Clarity, Shadow Extraction ]

[ Racial Abilities: Dragon Transformation ]

[ Skills: Eclipse Shadow Slash, Darkflame Incantation, Shadow Emperor Incarnation ]

[ Cultivation Method: Nine Celestial Revolutions Sutra ]

[ Body Cultivation Method: Samsara Flesh Rebirth Art ]

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