Lord Of Leveling Up: Transmigrated Into A Game-Chapter 284: A Threat!

The voice contained a powerful energy!

It absolutely came from someone of a rank higher than Ancestor. Maxwell didn’t dare to take this lightly but also didn’t want to let Baldur off just like that. That’s why he fiercely kicked towards his groin area.

Baldur’s originally ashen pale face suddenly turned red. His eyeballs bulged out of his sockets and his mouth widened in pain. No sound came out of his mouth as he could only grab his groin area with both his hands while his body flew out.

No matter how high your cultivation was...

How strong you were...

As long as you are a male, your groin will always be the weakest part of your body.

This kick was rather vicious from Maxwell.

The sound of the eggs shattering was heard after his kick. Maxwell’s sphincter involuntarily tightened as he revealed a trace of coldness. "That kick must’ve been painful."

After kicking out...

Maxwell’s figure turned illusory as he shot away from his spot.

At this instant...

An old man in yellow robes descended from the air while glaring at Maxwell. He then said in a chilling voice: "Kid, you do seem to have some abilities... but you are overly arrogant with just a bit of ability. You dare to injure my disciple, and dare to destroy the Dragon Sword? No matter how strong you are, you will have to die today!"

His voice possessed a majestic aura that one couldn’t defy.

Arrogance.

Incomparably wild arrogance.

The killing intent coming from his gaze made everyone feel their hearts chill, their courage tremble, and a sense of fear take over their mind and sea of consciousness.

"Lord Van Dross!"

"A Grand Duke of the Cold Sea Sect?"

"Baldur’s master!"

All the Cold Sea Sect disciples kneeled down and said in unison: "Greetings to the Grand Duke."

A series of shocks and surprises arose in the crowd.

A Grand Duke who hadn’t shown himself in public for a century has appeared. This...

He was an expert who had exceeded the Ancestor rank and had reached the Venerate rank. He was actually present in the Capital City! It appears that after the Cold Sea Sect’s leader Baldur Senior left the Capital City, he had arrived. Most likely it was for the engagement issue.

But...

It looks like this marriage won’t happen anymore.

Cold sweat appeared on Maxwell’s back as the oppressive force that Lord Van Dross was giving off was extremely powerful. If it weren’t for some traces of ancient energy inside him, most likely his sea of consciousness would have exploded from the pressure by now.

Lord Van Dross didn’t even look at the crowd. His figure flickered and instantly arrived next to Baldur who had fainted from the pain. After examining him for a bit, his brows formed a frown while strong killing intent started surging out of him.

"You destroyed his source of life!"

"You..."

"The Baldur family only had this single seedling yet you destroyed their source of life. You, you, you..." Lord Van Dross was so angry that he couldn’t even speak any further. He then shouted in rage: "Kid, hand your life over!"

As his voice faded...

A majestic aura covering the sky swept down.

Maxwell’s body sank down and his figure had been forced into a bent position.

Constantine’s gaze tightened as he shouted: "Bullying my family’s young master? I will fight it out with you!"

"Transformation!"

Not giving Constantine time to rush out, Maxwell quickly shouted: "Don’t come over!"

He couldn’t let Constantine come over or else he would definitely die.

Lord Van Dross’s powers were too terrifying and weren’t something Constantine could resist. The current powers of Lord Van Dross were so high that he didn’t even have the hopes to reach yet. Very strong; extremely strong! So strong that the pressure was crushing him to the point where he couldn’t move even a tiny bit.

Adam’s face was pale as he shouted: "Grand Duke! It seems inappropriate for you to bully a junior like this!"

"An insignificant brat should just scram to the side for me."

"It’s not your place to speak about what I do."

"Even if your father were here, I would still rip this kid into pieces today. Since he dares to destroy the Baldur family’s lineage, it’s still not enough if he dies 10,000 deaths!" shouted Lord Van Dross as he didn’t even place Adam in his eyes.

When one reaches the cultivation rank of his, one truly does not put a Prince of a country in their eyes.

John and James leapt into the air and were planning to block in front of Maxwell.

But the moment they moved, Lord Van Dross flicked his sleeve and a majestic force shot out. He then shouted: "Scram aside for me!"

"Bang, bang!"

The two of them were smashed flying away for several hundred meters. They crashed into the city walls before spraying a mouthful of blood. Those two were gasping for air while an ugly look was plastered on their faces.

Experts at the Ancestor rank were similar to ants in front of Lord Van Dross.

They were not his opponent at all!

Suppression!

Absolute suppression!

Loud sounds were heard inside Maxwell’s body as his bones were bending in unnatural ways. His spine was about to be shattered at this point! He was feeling extremely uncomfortable but continued to endure while clenching his teeth. His mouth still showed a cold smile as he said: "Old fogey, if you aren’t able to kill me today, I will one day wreak your Cold Sea Sect over! If I can’t scrape that old wrinkly skin off your body, I will take your surname!"

Arrogant!

Maxwell was still incomparably arrogant like usual!

He was still not afraid after reaching this point. If it weren’t for his being unable to move his body, he would’ve rushed up to fight Lord Van Dross to the death already!

Maxwell was a vindictive person.

He will remember and store this hatred inside his heart. As long as he has the chance, he will make the Cold Sea Sect pay the price for today.

But...

Whether he can survive today or not was still up in the air!

Lord Van Dross revealed a disdainful smile and said: "Damn dog thing, you still dare to act arrogant in front of me at a time like this? I would like to see how many layers of suppression you can handle. You’re currently experiencing just a single layer so I’ll let you try fifteen layers!"

As he said this...

Lord Van Dross’s brows tightened and a formless energy suddenly surged out from him. The energy was like a huge dragon that rushed straight into Maxwell’s sea of consciousness.

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

Maxwell felt an uncomfortable sinking feeling in his sea of consciousness as it suddenly froze from the suppression. At the same time, Lord Van Dross’s oppression was crushing down on Maxwell like crazy. Maxwell revealed a painful expression as his body was continuously being forced downwards.

His body was shaking.

His legs were wobbling while his body was shaking nonstop. It seemed like Maxwell had no choice but to lower his head as he felt like 10,000 mountains were sitting on top of him. But he didn’t lower his head and his body only leaned forward. Maxwell’s eyes glared at Lord Van Dross as he arrogantly smiled: "If you have the guts, kill me right now!"

"Ninth brother..."

"Ninth brother, quickly think of a solution!"

"Think of a way to save him!"

Arianna was crying her eyes out. She wanted to rush out but was pulled back by two guards.

As for Constantine and the rest who wanted to rush out as well, they were blocked by the Palace Guards because this was what Adam ordered.

Adam was very clear on Lord Van Dross’s cultivation rank. Whoever rushes out right now will directly explode from his oppressive pressure!

Lord Van Dross walked forward one step at a time and the power kept increasing.

Maxwell’s body had almost completely lowered to the ground. Several pieces of his rib bones were broken while his internal organs were all squished together. Suffering from this power was extremely uncomfortable and might be even worse than death.

Adam’s eyes turned grim as he was out of options.

He bit his finger and forced out a drop of blood essence. With his blood essence as the catalyst, a stream of royal qi shot out from his body. Adam then shouted: "Old ancestor, come save us!"

Every royal Prince had a single chance to use their blood to cry out for assistance from their old ancestor.

No matter how far away...

The old ancestor would arrive at his fastest speeds.

To experts at the Saint rank, distance was no longer an issue. And since the Royal Prince used his blood as the catalyst, the old ancestor can sense the same bloodline and appear at their precise location.

Adam was forced to a dead end.

If no one can help right now, then Maxwell will definitely die.

He had no choice.