Chapter 339 Make a Move

• “So you’re the Mr. Cohen who killed our Divine Sanctuary’s First Elder of the Outer Sect back then?” The old crone’s face turned cold as she spoke. She’d wanted to find a chance to take revenge on Felix Cohen for killing one of theirs. But their young master had been hanging by a thread lately, and she hadn’t had time to hunt Felix down. She didn’t expect Felix to walk right in today. “Yeah. I did kill a few pieces of trash from the Divine Sanctuary,” Felix said lightly. “You little bastard, you’re dead!” The furious old crone was about to make a move to teach Felix a lesson. But Santan Zhi stopped her at once and, curiosity piqued, asked, “Saintess, you know him?” “That’s right. A few days ago, when our young master took the First Elder of the Outer Sect to Northriver, this punk killed him. Only our young master made it out alive,” the old crone said through clenched teeth. “What? He’s the one who killed your Divine Sanctuary’s First Elder of the Outer Sect?” Santan Zhi stared at Felix in disbelief. He knew the First Elder of the Outer Sect, while only at the Peak of the Saint Realm, wasn’t much among the hidden clans. But in the secular world, he was a top dog, the kind of guy perched on the tip of the pyramid. Plus, the Divine Sanctuary knew alchemy. The First Elder must have carried pills that could boost his realm. If he’d taken them, he could’ve broken through to the Martial King realm. A Martial King could walk sideways in the secular world. And yet this young-looking kid, Felix, had killed him. Of course, Santan Zhi had been holed up in the Santan family’s hidden lands for years. He had no clue what the name “Leaf the Slayer of Schneiders” meant in the martial world these days. If he knew what Felix had been up to recently, he wouldn’t be this shocked. “That’s right!” the old crone snarled again, lifting her hand to strike. Santan Zhi blocked her once more, then turned to Felix and asked, “Kid, talk. Which family are you from?” For someone as young as Felix to kill the Divine Sanctuary’s First Elder, he had to be from some super family or a disciple out training from a hidden land. Santan needed to figure out his identity before making a move. He also realized Felix had no inner energy fluctuation at all. There was only one reason for that: Felix didn’t train in martial arts. He cultivated something else. That made Santan curious about Felix’s techniques. So he wanted to pin down Felix’s background. If Felix wasn’t from a super family or a trainee from a hidden land, Santan would seize him, make him serve, and pry his cultivation method from him. A guy this young who could kill the Divine Sanctuary’s First Elder had to be gifted. “Which family I’m from? You don’t have the chops to know.” Felix gave Santan Zhi a dismissive glance, then said, calm as ever, “Here’s your one chance. Tell me the secret of this place, then end your own lives. I’ll leave your bodies whole. Otherwise, I’ll wipe out your souls and make sure you never find peace.” “Arrogant brat!” Santan Zhi’s face twisted with rage. He’d actually been thinking of subduing Felix. He didn’t expect Felix to be even more brazen than him. “Elder Santan, why waste breath on this piece of trash? Let’s take him out together!” The old crone had run out of patience. As soon as the words left her mouth, her snake-headed cane shot out like a vicious viper, striking straight for Felix’s face. Seeing her move, Santan Zhi didn’t fall behind. He thrust out a palm—but not at Felix. His strike slammed toward the old crone’s snake-headed cane instead.