Chapter 4002 Eternal Ones Stick Together, And Hard
- They weren’t as humble as Vesper and the Wood Immortal, but they still showed solid respect. After all, they were Eternal Class. When power is equal, getting this far is already rare. “You four—watch the borders, inside and out. No surprises,” Zeke ordered. “Yes!” The four left. Only then did Zeke turn, slow and cool, to Elder Izaak. Elder Izaak’s face looked downright ugly. Zeke had seemed to assign the Annihilation Sect’s Eternal Class to other tasks, but he was really telling Izaak his strength was way beyond what Izaak imagined. “I hope, Elder Izaak, you don’t go around spreading rumors,” Zeke said evenly. “We’re warriors. I don’t play house, and I’m not into silly tricks.” Those “silly tricks” were him seeing right through Izaak’s plan—using hype and loaded words to shove Zeke onto a high-and-mighty pedestal. They hadn’t even fought yet, and Izaak wanted a bunch of disciples to bow to Zeke, even make a big solemn salute? That was obviously meant to smear Zeke’s image. If Zeke agreed, it would make him look vain as hell. The Annihilation Sect didn’t have much clout anyway. They couldn’t whip up momentum, let alone steer public opinion in the human realm. Like with celebrities—one stain and the fallout’s huge. The cheap theatrics ticked Zeke off. He wasn’t dumb. He could see exactly what Izaak was scheming. He almost said it outright in front of everyone: stop slapping a shiny hat on me, stop picking a fight with me, and don’t kid yourself—I can read your mind. Originally, Zeke’s head was heavy, grinding on how to strike the enemy next. Izaak’s little stunt had him irritated. Elder Izaak just pulled a fake smile. “After all, Annihilation Heavenly Immortal and Her Majesty are family,” he said. “Sure, there are spats and friction, but you showing up this fast? Must be Her Majesty’s grace, right?” “Otherwise, how would you get here right on time?” “Rushing to aid Spring-Autumn Pass is major credit. Holding this pass costs us dearly. If a mid-stage Eternal ferocious beast blindsides us, casualties will spike. The pass might even fall.” Zeke’s gaze went ice-cold. They weren’t using telepathy; anyone could hear them. “Didn’t expect you to have so little faith in yourself,” Zeke said flatly. “You think you can’t hold the pass.” “And you spout nonsense about me and the Frost Immortal.” “If you want to get rude, I’ve only got one path left.” A brutal aura climbed off him, like he’d just walked out of a sea of blood. Elder Izaak’s face twitched. He frowned. “Annihilation Heavenly Immortal, I don’t mean to pick a fight,” he said. “I even had the disciples of Spring-Autumn Pass thank you for coming to save us.” “If you’ve got a problem, say it. No need to blow up.” “Makes you look reckless, doesn’t it?” “If this is all the wisdom you’ve got, I’m disappointed.” “Also, I’m one of the elders of Nimbus Sect.” Nimbus Sect. It stood alongside the Southern and Northern Martial Houses. Zeke hadn’t dealt with them much, but he knew enough. Nimbus Sect was transcendent in power, boasting five Eternal Class warriors. Elder Izaak was one of them. Back in the day, Dominion had wanted in, too. Those five Eternal Class of Nimbus were tight—real tight. Truth is, Eternal Class from any sect under one banner were brutally united. That’s just how it is.