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The Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings unleashed their full cultivation power, their core energy raging around them like a storm, fast as lightning as they launched their assault on Gilmore.

Just as they were about to strike him, and with only a few feet to go, the air trembled.

Suddenly, a shield of light flared up in front of Gilmore.

Adorned with golden rune symbols and emitting a mysterious energy, this screen of light wrapped around Gilmore in a complete circle, cocooning him as if the golden rune symbols themselves were warding off any harm.

The next moment, the Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings, with all their might behind their palms, struck the luminous barrier surrounding Gilmore.

A sizzling sound filled the air, and wisps of smoke began to rise.

Their palms seemed to have hit an iron plate heated red–hot, the golden symbols searing their flesh until it was indistinguishable.

Agony forced screams from their lips, a chorus of pain, “Ahh!”

As their cries echoed, the shield burst forth with a formidable force, sending the Ice Venerable Master and his company flying backward.

With a thunderous roar, the nine figures crashed through a series of mountains.

The impact was so fierce that it sliced the peaks in half like a blade through butter, and a great cloud of dust enveloped the mountain range, billowing into the sky.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Moments later, figures emerged from the settling dust, soaring into the air.

It was the Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings, though now they were in a sorry state.

up in such a sorry state.

Their hair was disheveled, their faces ashen, and their expressions twisted in barely endured pain.

Gilmore looked at their disheveled figures and said, “Just now, you attacked me and ended

“Do you still wish to continue the fight?

“Let me give you a word of caution, if I make a move, you’ll only have one chance to respond.

“It’s in your best interest not to force my hand a second time. Otherwise, you’ll all end

up dead.”

The Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings had not anticipated that their full–force attack would not only fail to graze Gilmore’s clothes but would also get them blown away by the shield.

They had no doubts about the veracity of Gilmore’s words.

But even so, they saw no other option but to fight to the bitter end.

“Even in death, we shall fight on!” bellowed the Ice Venerable Master in rage, before launching another full–powered assault On Gilmore.

The eight Ice Kings followed suit.

Watching the nine adversaries still coming at him relentlessly, Gilmore could only shake his head in resignation.

Then, in a blink, he vanished.

His figure flickered like a phantom, here one moment and there the next, elusive as a shadow.

But wherever the unpredictable Gilmore moved, the sound of his palms striking was like thunder, relentless and booming.

And with each resounding clap, there followed a chorus of agonized screams.

The Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings plummeted towards the mountain below like kites with broken strings.

Immediately, dozens of warriors from the ice clan soared into the air, caught them, and then landed on a mountain peak.

After landing, the Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings were deathly pale.

They seemed extremely weak and in pain, quickly asking to be laid down on the ground.

Then, they promptly sat cross–legged and closed their eyes to heal. But their eyes soon snapped open, filled with unspeakable despair.

Just as they attempted to circulate their core energy to heal, they found to their horror that there was no trace of core energy left in them.

In other words, their cultivation power had been completely stripped away.

They realized that in the aerial confrontation, Gilmore had stealthily and swiftly crippled their cultivation.

The shock was indescribable, and they were seething with a fierce desire to retaliate against Gilmore.

Just then, with a whoosh, Gilmore’s figure appeared above the mountain. Looking at the Ice Venerable Master, he said, “Venerable master, although I’ve stripped away your cultivation, I didn’t plan to kill you.

O follow my commands, not only will your If you and the eight Ice Kings, along with all the warriors of the ice clan, a clan survive, but I can also ensure that the Golden Tower Empire will not cause your extinction.”

Hearing this, it would be a lie to say that the Ice Venerable Master and his companions weren’t tempted.

They were at the end of their rope, powerless as lambs to the slaughter without their cultivation.

Now, even clinging to life was a luxury, let alone protecting the Ice Clan.

With the survival and future of the entire ice clan at stake, the Ice Venerable Master began to reconsider.

His own death was a minor affair, but if the Ice Clan were to be extinguished because of him, he would never rest in

peace.

So, with a piercing gaze, the Ice Venerable Master looked at Gilmore and asked sharply, “Is everything you’ve said true?” Gilmore declared, “When a man gives his word, it’s set in stone.

The Ice Venerable Master knew full well that for someone with Gilmore’s strength, taking their lives would be a walk in the park.

So, there was no doubting the truth behind Gilmore’s words.

Therefore, with newfound respect, the Ice Venerable Master addressed Gilmore more politely, “Mr. Reed, what exactly do you

wish us to do?”

Since their intention was to ensure the survival of the ice clan, the Ice Venerable Master couldn’t help but speak more

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courteously, now referring to Gilmore as ‘Mr. Reed:

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Gilmore replied, “I want you to forge a pact of everlasting peace with the Emperor of the Golden Tower Empire.”

The words were barely out before the Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings almost couldn’t believe their ears. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

To make an eternal peace pact with the Emperor of the Golden Tower Empire?

The idea was unthinkable.

The ice clan and the human race of the Golden Tower Empire had been at each other’s throats for eons.

Other than the desire to annihilate each other, peace had never been an option.

It was an age–old feud.

Yet now, Gilmore was asking them to sign a peace treaty with the Emperor that would last forever.

To them, it felt as unreal as a dream.

Despite their astonishment, the Ice Venerable Master agreed, “Very well, I accept!”

The eight Ice Kings were also disheartened.

At this moment, their fighting spirit had all but vanished.

Besides, if forging a peace treaty could spare their clan from destruction, it was undoubtedly in their best interest.

Back in the palace, Huston, Amy, Yacouba, Lilian, Claire, and the other ladies all gazed into the distance.

They were all awaiting Gilmore’s return, each of them worried that something might have happened to him.

Just then, a burst of purple light appeared, making its way toward the pa.

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