The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

"Son, break this barrier using your authority!" Helena shouted, seeing her son's intention to fight against the beast alone.

Of course, she didn't want him to do that.

After the recent events, she was thinking, if possible, she would never let him fight again.

"Yes, she is right. There is no reason for you to fight the horde of beasts alone," Ava also joined her older sister.

After Sam stole her first kiss, her confidence had grown significantly, and the tight situation right now contributed to her behavior, giving her the mental strength to openly talk to Sam with obvious worry.

"Mother, these barriers are powered by the beasts and the corrupted donkeys. It can't be undone unless we kill beasts until the barrier weakens to the point where it can be broken through brute force," Sam explained to his mother before turning his gaze to his second aunt.

"And Aunt Ava, you look dashing when you are worried, but stop worrying. Didn't I say I have the situation under control?" Sam smiled slightly.

Ava, in response, suddenly remembered where she was.

She realized that she did something shameless in front of all her family members and other great clans.

That was so not like her.

Sam smiled calmly as he summoned two weapons from his spatial ring: a white sword with white accents and a dragon mark on the hilt, double-edged and 110cm in length, and a dark blue bow that shone in purple when seen from a certain angle, covered in root-like patterns in blood red.

He gave one more look at his family members on the other side of the barrier before disappearing from the spot and appearing before the horde of beasts, only a few hundred meters away from collision.

"The beasts are almost here," a dragon said nervously.

"We just have to fend for ourselves. Didn't that guy say the barrier will weaken as we kill beasts?" a vampire said, holding a sword in his hand.

"Yes, we just have to kill as many beasts as possible and hope it will weaken the barrier for our uncorrupted elder to rescue us," another vampire replied.

"But didn't that guy say if we get injured by the beasts, we will have our potential stolen?" a dragon asked with fear obvious on his face.

"Then why is that guy fearlessly trying to fight the beasts? Is he that arrogant that he thinks he won't get a single injury?" a Qilin said with irritation.

"Ignore those guys. They are just ignorant," Luna Frostine said to Akeno, who looked like she was about to kill those men talking trash about Sam.

"I do wonder how powerful he just became after manifesting all those great Dao lotuses and immediately reaching the Battle Monarch realm," Dawn Telluris commented, her eyes drawn to the charming figure standing facing the horde of corrupted beasts like a hunter about to hunt.

"Let's see, the beasts with strength below Dao Seeking realm are nothing but disposables," Sam muttered.

"I should just remove them; it will leave more space to fight against higher-level beasts."

Looking at the first wave of the beast horde, all of them had strength less than Spirit Severing realm.

Sam waved his hand, and the Arashin Aegis bow landed firmly in his grip. "Let's see if this works, buddy."

In response, the spiritual weapon in his hand buzzed with a faint red light.

Sam gently placed his fingers around the grip of the bow, while a crimson flame in the form of the body of a snake and head of a dragon began to materialize from his shoulders and neck like a cape, slowly taking form.

Dozens of strands of dragon-headed crimson flames revolved around his body, each two meters in diameter.

As he interwined his fingers on the string and pulled it, pointing at the center of the beast horde, a strand of dragon-shaped crimson flame landed between the grip and string, transforming into an arrow made of crimson flame.

The crimson flame solidified even further until it looked like a genuine arrow made out of crimson metal.

The temperature around skyrocketed, smoke appeared due to the burning of unknown substances in the ground, but Sam was perfectly alright.

Apparently, the crimson flames did not affect him one bit.

With one eye closed, Sam pointed the arrow at the sky and loosened his grip on it.

With a whistling sound, the arrow sped toward the sky, landing down and pointing at the center of the horde of beasts.

Upon touching the ground, an explosion occurred. The extreme and compressed heat resulted in a mini ball of plasma that rapidly expanded.

The outward radiating heat instantly scorched all the beasts in a diameter of about 100 meters.

The blast of crimson dragon flames killed hundreds of beasts, and the shockwave formed by high-pressure air expanded faster than the heat blast, sending some of the beasts flying into the air, crashing into each other.

"Mm, strong enough to kill hundreds of beasts but not strong enough to kill thousands, huh?" Sam was slightly disappointed in himself.

He looked at the remaining beasts, still about 800 or so alive. Sam again pulled the string, and the scene repeated.

The strand of dragon flame landed on the bow, solidifying into a crimson-colored arrow about three meters long.

He pulled the string until his elbow was pushed back to the limit, then released the arrow.

Like that, Sam used three more arrows made of crimson dragon flames, tempered with his understanding of the Dao of Flame, to annihilate the entire first wave of corrupted beasts.

Mira, who stood a little behind him, looked in shock and awe at Sam.

He was her little brother, though she hesitated to accept it. She just realized how otherworldly, exquisite, and incomparable he was—something she could never be.

She looked down at the necklace hanging around her neck, a gift from Sam.

The necklace had a white moonstone pendant with a weird symbol engraved on it.

While Sam massacred the horde of beasts, the moonstone on her necklace glowed with a faint light.

Mira raised an eyebrow when she felt something. "I feel my vitality recovering a little bit."

She instantly turned her eyes to Sam, and her eyes immediately became watery.

"I will help you recover your potential..."

Sam's words suddenly echoed in her mind again and again, with his warm face filling her memory.

She couldn't help but feel gratitude and a sense of happiness born in the deepest part of her heart.

'To think he would help someone like me, who is literally a stranger to him.'

A sense of fondness began to form, a feeling she had only ever given to her twin younger sisters, Little Jane and Little Lily.

Even with her own mother, Nora Solheart, she hadn't had a good relationship, always blaming Nora for everything that happened to her.

...

As Sam began to massacre the first wave of beasts, the corrupted ones noticed something alarming, something that spelled disaster for them.

"This can't be happening," Patriarch Solheart muttered with a mad expression.

"I-I feel my vitality leaving me... just what is happening?" an elder vampire clutched his chest in wriggling pain as he sensed his life force diminishing slowly.

Patriarch Flareheart looked at Sam, who was shockingly dealing with thousands of beasts single-handedly.

"It's him. He is the one doing it," he said, shaking.

"He reversed the formation. Instead of harvesting the potential from the brat when they get injured by the beasts, it's harvesting our life force when he kills the beasts."

As he spoke, the faces of the corrupted ones darkened in horror.

They felt like death was about to envelop them soon.

"I can't do this," one of the elder vampires couldn't handle it anymore and tried to flee from the place.

"Argh, what the hell?" He couldn't leave the spot, no matter how much force he applied. He was stuck in place. "I can't move."

His face covered in sweat, small black spots appeared on his corrupted red skin, though they were very small and hard to notice.

He looked at Patriarch Solheart. "Alfred, put the barrier down right now."

"I can't," he replied with a defeated tone.

"Are you gone brainless? Don't you see he is harvesting our life force? If we don't leave this place, we will die," he stated in horror.

"The formation is no longer in my control; I cannot do anything."

"We can only hope that the Battle Monarch and sage-level beasts can successfully finish off the brat. Only then can we escape this situation," he said, looking back at the only brat thwarting their plans left and right, even planning and reversing the formation against them.

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