Chapter 478 - 476: Her Golden Crow Bloodline Isn’t Hers Either

Chapter 478: Chapter 476: Her Golden Crow Bloodline Isn’t Hers Either

Obviously.

He wasn’t going to agree.

Shaking his head slightly, he said, "This is utterly disgusting."

Celeste Grant was speechless as well.

She hadn’t understood before, but now that she knew what Jocelyn Grant was thinking, she also found it nauseating. ’That woman is off in her own little world again, and to think she’s still fantasizing about my man... It’s just too much.’

"In a moment, you should go out there and gross her out completely."

"When she finds out that the man she’s trying so hard to steal is still you, she’ll probably die of anger, hahaha. Then we can capture her and take her back. Speaking of which, I’ve never seen what a Three-legged Golden Crow looks like."

’Seriously, the legendary Three-legged Golden Crow... she had only ever seen one in TV dramas. She just wanted to know if they really had three legs.’

"A Three-legged Golden Crow is just... what it is. Nothing that special."

Javier Sinclair frowned slightly. "If you hadn’t suggested it, I really wouldn’t want to interact with her at all." This reminded him of his own son and daughter, and he couldn’t help but say, "We’ll have to be more careful about how we raise our two children in the future."

’His two children absolutely had to inherit his and his wife’s intelligence. They couldn’t afford to lose any brain cells. And they certainly couldn’t just chase after men for no reason. If they turned out like Jocelyn Grant, Javier Sinclair felt like he might lose tens of thousands of years off his lifespan.’

Just as Celeste Grant and Javier were about to reveal themselves, the shriek of a sword rang out from the distance, followed by a man’s furious voice.

"It’s you... It’s really you."

"I’ve finally waited for this day! Elara, give me back my sister’s life!"

Celeste Grant looked up. In her line of sight, a golden sword streaked across the horizon, carrying an endless killing intent as it shot straight toward Jocelyn Grant. At the same time, a figure materialized in the air, gripping the sword and thrusting it directly at Jocelyn’s chest.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant, who was standing behind a willow tree, raised an eyebrow slightly.

"So, what’s this all about? We haven’t even made a move, and someone’s already beaten us to it. It seems Jocelyn Grant has quite a few enemies."

’As they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. So regardless of who that person was, from this moment on, he was a friend of the Demonic Domain.’

Javier Sinclair’s gaze swept over the man. With a single glance, he saw through to the man’s damaged true form. He murmured, "Another one from Celestria?"

Celeste Grant took a look but couldn’t discern anything. It was mainly because the man’s Cultivation was higher than hers, so she naturally couldn’t see through him. She was, however, surprised to hear Javier Sinclair say he was from Celestria.

"From Celestria? That means he’s from Empyria." She looked up at the sky and couldn’t help but say, "This guy looks like he won’t rest until one of them is dead. Did you hear what he said? ’Give me back my sister’s life.’ It looks like a blood feud."

’It seemed she was just as hated in Empyria as she was in the Lower Realm.’

Not far away, a Magic Barrier materialized in front of Jocelyn Grant to block the sword strike.

Her reaction was quite fast.

With a wave of her hand, she unleashed a palm strike and dodged the male Cultivator’s attack. However, her arm was still gashed and had started to bleed. In an instant, the two of them were fighting over the river, battling from the ground to the sky, then back down to the ground again. Empowered by their Cultivation, the river water surged into waves dozens of feet high, tossing the pleasure boats into the air and threatening to flood the entire area.

Countless buildings in the area shattered in an instant, turning to dust and smoke. Fortunately, Cultivators were not like mortals; they could fly away at the first sign of trouble. So, upon sensing that something was wrong, the Cultivators fled immediately. Some flew a safe distance away before stopping to watch the battle.

Some cursed under their breath.

"Who is this? So arrogant!"

"Which blind fool dares to start a fight in our Ashkaron? Is this a provocation? Someone, go report to the First Elder."

Someone else added, "Activate the City Defense Array, so they don’t accidentally injure the city’s residents."

A moment later, the City Defense Array in Ashkaron was activated.

Countless pillars of light lit up, and only then did their power finally stop wreaking havoc on the surrounding buildings.

Someone in the crowd recognized Jocelyn Grant and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Isn’t that Lunaria, the one who dances at Lunara Pavilion? It really is her! I recognize her clothes."

"They look like people from the Immortal Domain."

"Is the Immortal Domain trying to start a war with our Demonic Domain?"

"Let’s wait and see. Look, those two are fighting to the death. This looks like internal strife."

Whispers rose and fell throughout the crowd.

At that moment, Jocelyn Grant stood atop a surging pillar of water, her gaze fixed disdainfully on her attacker. Opposite her was the male Cultivator, who had coughed up blood after taking one of her palm strikes. From the looks of it, Jocelyn Grant’s Cultivation was still stronger.

When Jocelyn Grant got a clear look at her attacker’s face, she couldn’t help but laugh.

"Hah. Kael, so it was you."

"I never thought you’d still be alive."

The male Cultivator, now standing on the surface of the river, raised a hand to wipe his mouth. He stared at Jocelyn Grant with pure hatred and said in a low voice, "Elara, how could I possibly die before you have?"

’He had clung to life this whole time just for the sake of revenge. He never expected that before he could even go looking for her, she would descend to the Lower Realm herself. This was the Heavenly Dao helping him. Therefore, she had to die.’

At this moment, the look in Kael’s eyes as he stared at Jocelyn Grant was incredibly vicious, the kind of look that wanted to see her subjected to death by a thousand cuts.

He and this Elara were originally half-siblings, sharing the same father.

His mother was a Princess of the Pavonine Clan and also a concubine in the harem of a Divine Monarch from Empyria. Originally, none of this should have mattered. Although his mother’s status wasn’t high, as long as he worked hard to defend against foreign clans and earn more military merits, he could protect his mother and sister. He could give them a good life and ensure a good life for the Pavonine Clan.

It was all because his kindhearted mother had once saved a Morvane. Who would have thought that Morvane would climb into his father’s bed and become his concubine? In the end, that woman targeted his mother in every way possible, framing the Pavonine Clan for colluding with the Demokin. The Pavonine Clan was massacred, and his mother took her own life. His only sister, who had awakened the Golden Crow Bloodline, had it brutally stolen from her, resulting in the complete annihilation of her Divine Soul.

For all of this, for everything, his hatred ran bone-deep.

"You and that lowly crow killed my mother and stole my sister’s Golden Crow Bloodline! You deserve to die! Elara, today, either you die or I do!"

Jocelyn Grant waved her hand and snapped.

"Insolent!"

"What do you mean I stole your sister’s Golden Crow Bloodline? She owed it to me!"

"Since you’re still alive, then I’ll just send you down to reunite with them, hahaha. You didn’t know, did you? Your sister was still calling for her big brother when she died! Tsk, tsk, such deep and touching brother-sister love."

Hearing this, tears of blood welled up in Kael’s eyes.

"Go to hell!"

A violent gale erupted from his body—it was his Spiritual Power.

Back behind the willow tree, Celeste Grant murmured, "He’s burning his own life force. He’s going to fight Jocelyn Grant to the death."

Celeste Grant had also overheard the conversation between Jocelyn Grant and the male Cultivator.

’A princess of the Golden Crow Clan? So she became a Golden Crow by feasting on someone else’s suffering. At this moment, Celeste Grant was truly sick to her stomach.’

’In the Lower Realm, she dug out her rival’s Spirit Root. Now in Empyria, she stole her own sister’s bloodline. She’s truly unscrupulous.’