The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1038

Chapter 1038: Bloodline Of Shame

Something in Rowan's tone and the etherealness of his existence shook the old man to the core and the realization that he was before something that even in a million years he had no chance to understand struck him,

"What are you?" the old man solemnly whispered,

"You know who I am Roael, not consciously, but something inside your blood, the oldest of instinct of your kind knows my presence as surely as you know your own hand. Fight me with everything in your soul and spirit, according to the old ways, and then I might tell you. You intrigue me, Roael."

The old man growled, "fuck you!"

"That is the spirit!" Rowan smiled, and it was beautiful, his consciousness inhabiting this body was slowly changing according to his image, "Come for me, mortal, let your life reveal its splendor at this moment, show me what called you to my gaze."

The old man did not roar, he only gritted his teeth and brought the head of his halberd to his stump, and with a loud sizzle he closed off the bleeding wound,

Rowan's eyes which were as black as the void analyzed these new changes in the old man and he nodded in satisfaction, before he attacked, some part of him acknowledging the fact that at this moment he must sound as crazy as the World Will who butchered him a while ago. The last thought in his heart before he clashed with Roael and left everything behind but instinct was that 'there were always truths behind the madness.'

Although he clashed with no extra force but his mortal body against a Legend Ranked Explorer, the sound of his short blade hitting the halberd was like thunder.

Rowan had access to all the greatest martial arts across many universes, and with a portion of his consciousness always refining the abilities he knew, he had reached such a profound state in his fighting capacity that every move he made carried an untold amount of domination, but for this battle, he drew upon only the smallest of his abilities, but he nearly overwhelmed the old man in the first second.

Rowan's blades were like a whirlwind, always snaking in from unexpected directions, and the old man defended furiously with his halberd, he had to sacrifice little wounds to avoid major ones, as he quickly realized that his greatest weapon, his silver orb, was utterly useless against his foe.

It was an amazing and fearful thing to watch as his foe weaved through the blast of force as if it was pointless, while still punishing him with blows that would slice his body apart.

"You see... that was unexpected, according to all my knowledge about Explorers, cutting off the limb that had been bound with your Natal Treasure would deprive you of the ability to channel the power of that treasure, that is until you become a Deific Ranked Explorer, how are you able to perform this feat Roael?" _{freeweɓnøvel.com}