The Last Primal



Morwyn Blackstone could clearly feel that to the purple-robed martial artist, he was just ordering a servant about.

Instinctively, Morwyn Blackstone turned towards the old monk.

The old monk sighed internally.

After all, this was something between the younger generation. Although the purple-robed martial artist's attitude was unpleasant, it was not his place to lecture the former.

The old monk did not wish to interfere as long as both parties were not at one another's necks.

The old monk returned to the majestic grand hall and closed his doors after leading the purple-robed martial artist into the old temple.

"Monk, are you deaf?! My master wants to read that prayer in your hands. What are you waiting for?!" The hairy burly man behind the purple-robed martial artist hollered.

Morwyn Blackstone frowned.

After a moment of hesitation, he handed the Mystic Divine Lotus prayer in his hands over.

The purple-robed martial artist received it with an indifferent expression without even glancing at Morwyn Blackstone.

It was as though everything was only right.

Morwyn Blackstone was not bothered by it and merely smiled before turning to pick up another prayer to read.

Right then, the doors of the Prayer Chamber were pushed open with a loud creak.

A furry little thing walked out with fiery red fur that made it look like a ball of flames – it was the little fox who had just woken up.

She yawned repeatedly and raised her tiny paws to rub her sleepy eyes. With a charmingly naive look, she nearly stumbled over the step of the Prayer Chamber entrance.

Morwyn Blackstone smiled.

The purple-robed martial artist seemed oblivious to it as his attention was focused entirely on the Mystic Divine Lotus prayer in his hands. The more he read, the brighter his eyes lit up.

When the hairy burly man behind him caught sight of the little fox, his eyes widened!

The little fox shuddered and woke up.

Grinning, the hairy burly man said, "Master, there's a fox chick here! I'm going to take her with me!"

"Yes."

The purple-robed martial artist replied.

"Hahahaha!"

The hairy burly man's eyes lit up with a vile glint as he closed in on the little fox while smirking. "Little thing, where are you trying to hide?"

He got even more excited when he looked at the little fox who was retreating continuously with a frightful expression.

Swash!

Suddenly, the hairy burly man felt his vision blur and another person appeared.

Morwyn Blackstone's palms were clasped together as he said with a deep voice, "Guest, please stop!"

The hairy burly man was overwhelmed by lust when his path forward was obstructed. Instantly, his expression turned extremely nasty and his eyes were filled with anger. "This fox chick is your little lover or some sort?"

"No," Morwyn Blackstone shook his head.

"She's your spirit beast?" The hairy burly man asked again.

"No," Morwyn Blackstone shook his head.

The hairy burly man straightened himself like a rod and glared down at Morwyn Blackstone with a domineering aura, sneering, "Then why aren't you getting lost?"

"No."

This time round, Morwyn Blackstone did not step back and his tone was resolute and unquestionable!

"Monk, how strong are you to want to stand in my way?"

The hairy burly man extended his palm and his fingernails shone with a cold gleam as he reached for Morwyn Blackstone's head!

If his attack landed, five bloody holes would appear on Morwyn Blackstone's head immediately.

"Om!"

Without retreating or dodging, Morwyn Blackstone chanted a prayer.

"Roar!"

The moment Morwyn Blackstone recited his prayer, the hairy burly man roared as well!

In that instant, the entire world shook and the weather changed!

That single roar disrupted Morwyn Blackstone's Daring Mantra right away.

The hairy burly man was frighteningly strong!

With nowhere to retreat against the hairy burly man's descending palm, spirit energy surged out from Morwyn Blackstone's fingernails and formed a lotus to receive the attack.

Boom!

The hairy burly man's palm collided against the lotus flower.

There was a momentary pause.

Instantly, the lotus flower shattered!

Morwyn Blackstone grunted dully and staggered three steps in retreat.

Boom!

Before he could react, the hairy burly man's fist descended once more like a gigantic hammer, pummeling so violently that the void exploded!

A hesitant look flashed through Morwyn Blackstone's eyes.

Right now, the most effective method would be to release a Martial Master phenomenon.

However, the release of a Martial Master phenomenon was also a message to fight to the death!

At the end of the day, these two people were brought to the monastery by his master personally – was he really going to fight them to the death with a Martial Master phenomenon?

In that delay, the fist of the hairy burly man had already arrived before him.

Morwyn Blackstone could only channel his bloodline and prop up both arms to defend hastily as his Martial Master circulated with its full might!

Bang!

Sent flying by the hairy burly man's fist, Morwyn Blackstone rolled a couple of times on the ground in a wretched manner.

"Hehe!"

The hairy burly man charged forward with a ferocious glint in his eyes, barking coldly, "How dare you stand in my way with such puny strength!"

"Don't go overboard,"

Suddenly, another voice sounded from the courtyard. It was calm and tranquil, as though it had a mysterious magic that could make anyone lay down their weapons!

Even when the hairy burly man engaged in a conflict with Morwyn Blackstone, the purple-robed martial artist did not raise his head once. He had a calm expression and stayed out of things completely.

It was as though everything was not important to him.

In the eyes of the purple-robed martial artist, there was only the Mystic divine Lotus prayer in his hands.

However, the instant the voice rang, he frowned.

This was the first time he had expressed emotions ever since he entered the old temple.

After a moment of delay, the purple-robed martial artist raised his head slowly towards the voice.

Unknowingly, another monk had appeared in the courtyard.

Dressed in gray monk robes, he had refined features and a calm expression. His eyes shone with a clear glow, as though he could peer through all the wisdom in the universe.

The moment the purple-robed martial artist caught sight of the gray-robed monk, he frowned again.

His pupils constricted sinisterly.

The gray-robed monk looked at him as well.

Both their gazes met in midair.

The purple-robed martial artist's lips curled with a playful look in his eyes.

With an unchanged expression, the gray-robed monk walked to Morwyn Blackstone and helped the latter up, patting away the dust on his body gently.

Morwyn Blackstone wiped away fresh blood from the corner of his lips and whispered, "Be careful, junior brother. This demon beast is extremely strong!"

The gray-robed monk was none other than Aiden, who had arrived from the backyard.

The instant he stepped foot into the courtyard, he saw the purple-robed martial artist.

Or rather, this purple-robed martial artist would have been the first person he saw even if there were 10,000 people around!

Nobody could ignore him at all.

Aiden sensed an extreme sense of danger from the purple-robed martial artist!

The instant he caught sight of this man, he felt his hairs stand on end!

The only reason why he did not reveal any openings was because he had trained the religious techniques and prayers for many many months and had a firm mental state.

Although they had not fought, Aiden was certain that this was the strongest Martial Master he ever encountered!

This man was much scarier compared to the old man whom he met all those years ago!

In fact, Aiden had a feeling that he would have definitely been defeated if he met this person 10 years ago!

He would not be a match for this man even if he used all his trump cards and turned into his demon form!

The purple-robed martial artist merely glanced once indifferently at Aiden before lowering his head to continue browsing the Mystic divine Lotus prayer.

That single glance was a clear warning!

The hairy burly man beside him shrugged.

The voice of the gray-robed monk before him seemed to have a mysterious energy that could purge away the hate in his heart, allowing him to calm down subconsciously.

'Uncanny!'

The hairy burly man roared from the depths of his throat.

"Monk, you want to interfere as well?"

The hairy burly man glared at Aiden fiercely and twisted his muscular neck with crackling sounds.

Aiden did not even look at him.

His gaze was still locked on the purple-robed martial artist as he smiled and asked, "Guest, your pet spirit beast is hurting others and throwing a tantrum here. Aren't you going to discipline it?"

The purple-robed martial artist continued reading the prayer in his hands obliviously without even looking up.

"Hahahaha!"

The hairy burly man roared in wild laughter. "Stinky monk, you're trying to provoke my master? You really don't know what's good for you!"

When Aiden saw the purple-robed martial artist's nonchalance, he stopped smiling and said calmly, "Guest, since you choose to remain silent, I'm sorry…"