Looking at the scar-faced stall owner trembling all over, Redding smiled coldly, baring several white teeth. "What are you talking about? If I kill you, the things will be mine anyway!"
Redding infused the azure soft sword in his hand with divine power, and its flexible blade instantly became sharp and straight.
Redding swung his sword across the scar-faced stall owner's neck, easily parting his head from his body.
After dispersing the soul within the scar-faced stall owner's Divine Clone, Redding deftly collected his Divine Spark and spatial ring.
Drip!
He raised his hand and cut his fingertip. A drop of blood fell onto the silver-white ring face, then rolled off its smooth surface.
Redding frowned slightly. "He has another Divine Clone?"
Crimson Island, residential district.
The scar-faced stall owner was drinking with several God Level friends.
"Ah, my Divine Clone! Damn it!" The scar-faced stall owner, who had been smiling, suddenly widened his eyes, his scarlet gaze vicious enough to devour someone.
The one Redding had killed was the scar-faced stall owner's strongest Divine Clone. His current clone was only a Lowgod.
The scar-faced stall owner had offended plenty of people on Crimson Island. Redding had killed his strongest Divine Clone and all the Midgods under his command. With only a Lowgod clone left, it was easy to imagine that life would not be kind to him from now on.
Without further thought, the scar-faced stall owner quickly rose and headed for the heart of the residential district.
He left his puzzled God Level friends looking at one another.
Knock, knock!
After knocking on the courtyard gate, the scar-faced stall owner pushed it open without hesitation and wailed, "Big brother, my strongest Divine Clone has fallen! You have to avenge me!"
Wen Jie, an elder of Crimson Island, opened his eyes from where he sat cross-legged on his bed, contemplating the Profound Mysteries. He looked at the scar-faced stall owner with a trace of anger. "What trouble have you gotten into this time?"
Facing the scar-faced stall owner, Wen Jie forcibly suppressed his annoyance at having his cultivation interrupted.
Completely oblivious to Wen Jie's impatience, the scar-faced stall owner wailed, "Big brother, someone killed my strongest Divine Clone..."
The scar-faced stall owner rambled for more than ten minutes, accusing Redding of making an outrageously low offer at the market. He said that he and his brothers had argued their case, but in the end they were no match for Redding, who had killed his Midgod clone.
Wen Jie frowned, a strange look on his face. "You're saying he was a Midgod who killed five of you at the same level?"
The scar-faced stall owner nodded. "Yes. He killed the four Midgods under me with a single move."
Wen Jie's brow furrowed deeply, and he interrupted, "Anyone who can take out four Gods at the same level in one move is probably a Highgod concealing his strength. From what you said, he's already left Crimson Island. There's no chance he'll return anytime soon."
"Behave yourself for a while, and stop causing trouble at the market. If you really do provoke some powerful God, I won't clean up after you!"
Wen Jie's gaze toward the scar-faced stall owner grew increasingly unfriendly. He had no wish to casually provoke someone who might be a Highgod.
After all, Wen Jie was only an ordinary Highgod. From the scar-faced stall owner's description, Redding was certainly no weaker than him. Now that Redding had left Crimson Island, there was no need to provoke such a powerful enemy.
With that thought, Wen Jie's gaze toward the scar-faced stall owner grew even more unfriendly.
Ever since Wen Jie had accepted the island lord's invitation and become an elder of Crimson Island, the scar-faced stall owner had used his name to run wild at the market. The other elders had already voiced considerable complaints about Wen Jie.
If not for their friendship in years past, Wen Jie would have wanted nothing more than to slap the scar-faced stall owner to death himself.
After being scolded by Wen Jie, the scar-faced stall owner knew his chances of taking revenge on Redding were slim.
The scar-faced stall owner pushed open the door, but before he could leave the room, he heard a voice tinged with surprise and delight. "I finally found you!"
Immediately afterward, a force of unmatched ferocity struck the scar-faced stall owner in the chest. He felt a tremendous force hit him and was sent flying, his divine body embedded firmly in the wall.
Wen Jie, standing nearby, saw Redding slam Scar into the wall with a palm strike. A divine spear instantly appeared in his hand, and he stared warily at Redding. "Who are you?!"
A flaming spear was the answer he received.
Vermilion Bird Nemo, standing behind Redding, advanced on Wen Jie, wielding a crimson spear like a raging storm as she went straight for his head.
Faced with such a fierce assault, Wen Jie was immediately forced onto the defensive, and Nemo kept him pinned down throughout.
Seeing that Nemo had suppressed Wen Jie, Redding carried his azure soft sword and walked slowly, step by step, toward the scar-faced stall owner stuck to the wall.
Feeling the killing intent drawing closer, the scar-faced stall owner trembled uncontrollably, his voice shaking. "Please, spare me. I... I swear I won't seek revenge on you."
Redding answered him only with a flash of his sword.
The sword flashed past, and Redding easily separated the scar-faced stall owner's head from his body.
Drip!
He lightly pricked his fingertip with the blade, and a drop of blood fell onto the spatial ring Scar had left behind.
It was refined in an instant.
Redding swept the scar-faced stall owner's spatial ring with his divine sense. Besides a pile of junk he thought nothing of, it also contained the wondrous object that changed one's soul signature, the object he had been longing for.
With the wondrous object in hand, Redding was in an excellent mood. He raised a hand and called to Nemo, preparing to leave.
Nearby, Wen Jie gritted his teeth, spun the spear in his hand, and put more force into keeping Nemo occupied.
Although the scar-faced stall owner had caused trouble, Lei killing him right in front of Wen Jie was undoubtedly a humiliation that ground Wen Jie's face into the dirt.
If Wen Jie had been alone, he would not have dared stop Redding. Nemo alone was already giving him tremendous difficulty; with Redding added to the fight, he could not possibly have held them off.
But his clash with Nemo had caused quite a commotion. This was the heart of Crimson Island's residential district, and the fluctuations from the battle would surely draw the island's other elders, perhaps even the island lord.
If Wen Jie simply let Redding and Nemo leave, he would certainly be punished by the island lord once the other elders arrived.
So, to avoid punishment and preserve his own face, Wen Jie had to stop Redding and Nemo.
Blocked by Wen Jie, Nemo put even more force behind her attacks.
Although Nemo's Fire Element Divine Clone was a Midgod, under Redding's guidance over the years, she had also fused more than half of her third Law Profound Mystery.
Even a Highgod who had completely fused two Profound Mysteries would be beaten back by Nemo, let alone a Highgod like Wen Jie, who had not even begun to touch upon the Fusion Profound Mysteries.
After forcibly blocking more than a hundred thrusts from Nemo's spear, Wen Jie was already panting like a bull.
The spear in Nemo's hand shot forward like a dragon emerging from a mountain stream, stabbing straight at the space between Wen Jie's brows.
Wen Jie was scared out of his wits. Nemo's attack was so fast that he could not dodge it at all.
"Stop!" At the moment of Wen Jie's despair, an authoritative voice rang out, followed by a flash of blade light that knocked Nemo's spear aside.
The deflected spear instantly pierced straight through Wen Jie's shoulder blade.
A figure in a purple robe appeared beside Nemo, a saber in his hand. Clearly, he was the one who had unleashed the attack that had just saved Wen Jie.
"Thank you, Island Lord."
Wen Jie respectfully retreated to the purple-robed man's side and thanked him.
Wen Jie, already at the end of his strength, had been utterly unable to block Nemo's attack. If the lord of Crimson Island had not deflected the spear in that desperate moment, Nemo's thrust would have pierced Wen Jie's head rather than his shoulder.