Chapter 114 114: Sealed!



Despite Evan's swift dodge, the triplets didn't seem upset. 

They had another ace up their sleeve to deal with Evan. 

Liam, who was standing a few feet behind Kian, spoke up, his voice laced with confidence. 

"I curse thee. May you lose access to your soul pockets for half an hour." As soon as Liam caught sight of Evan, he drew the power of his skill crystal to place a curse on him.

He had a curse-type skill crystal that was named Demonic Misfortune. This skill crystal allowed him to place a curse instantly on any target within 200 square feet, with himself as the epicenter. The effect of the Demonic Misfortune was un-dodgeable. 

Upon being roused from its slumber, the skill crystal would instantly place a curse on Liam's target, inflicting them with a random affliction.

But it did come with its fair share of downsides. Firstly, the curse generated by it was random, which meant that Liam had no control over what kind of curse would be placed on the target. It was like a double-edged sword, as the curse could either be a minor inconvenience or a major setback, giving him little to no advantage in battle. Secondly, he could only curse a person once a day, which was a significant limitation.

Despite all its drawbacks, why have a think-tank like Liam chosen it as his first skill crystal?

Well, the reason was quite simple. 

However, Liam had found a way to circumvent the limitations of the Demonic Misfortune by pairing it with his offensive-type soul plate, the Curse Magnifier. The Curse Magnifier amplified the power of curse-type skill crystals inserted in it several times. Using the two in tandem, Liam could choose which curse to place on his target, and he could do so with a simple command.

The Curse Magnifier amplified the power of curse-type skill crystals inserted in it by several times. 

Using the Demonic Misfortune and the Curse Magnifier in tandem, Liam could choose which curse to place on a person, and he could do so by simply issuing a command and sacrificing his soul energy. 

The more powerful the curse generated by the skill crystal, the greater the sacrifice he would've to pay.

That's why he only dared to seal Evan's soul pockets for a limited time. That alone had cost him all his soul energy. If he had demanded something atrocious such as cripple Evan, the curse would've failed, as he wouldn't have been able to pay the appropriate price.



[A curse has been placed on you.]

[Your 12 soul pockets have been sealed by a mysterious force! The seal will be uplifted in 29 minutes 57 seconds!]

"Fuck!"

As soon as Evan realized that his soul pockets had been sealed, he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

This was a severe and deadly setback.

However, he didn't let panic take over his senses. He couldn't afford it. He proceeded to quickly assess the situation at hand.

He was against three awakened cultivators, each equipped with a magic-ranked item. With his cultivation sealed, his chances of winning the battle were slim to none.

In such a situation, the best move was to use the strongest survival skill ever mentioned in the history of cultivation.

"With your soul pockets sealed, how are you going to fight us?" 

"Just give up and let us take your life!" 

"We will send you off painlessly if you don't struggle."

The triplets moved forward.

"You overestimate yourself," Evan said with the confidence of a thousand war horses galloping towards one cripple - one's side victory was ensured. His confidence was so unparalleled that the triplets stopped in their tracks, feeling wary. "I still have an ace up my sleeve, powerful enough to claim lives! Check it out!" exclaimed the Crown Prince of Frost, as he pulled off a move he'd never attempted before.

The triplets jumped backward, thinking highly of his threat.

But Evan, with his head held high, spun around and made a mad dash towards the north like a dog, leaving his enemies choking on his dust.

Tug your tail between your legs and run for your life. That was the only way for a being relying on his physique to survive against a party of cultivators. 

As he fled, he couldn't resist rubbing their stupidity in their faces.

With his arm raised and his middle finger standing proud, he shouted, "Sayonara, bitches!"

The ones watching Evan's broadcast were gobsmacked. Their mouths dropped so low they could have caught flies. They were more stunned than a deer in headlights. 

Lirian exclaimed, "As expected of Frostbite!"

Magnus chuckled. "My son is too sassy for the world to handle."

Keldor rolled his eyes. "It is like watching a penguin twerk - equal parts hilarious and bewildering. But there's nothing great about it."

The triplets who witnessed it all were so stunned their jaws hit the ground and bounced back up like a game of catch. 





Never in their wildest dreams could they have thought that the person sitting in the third most revered position in the entire Imperial Frost Clan would be capable of such shameless behavior.

Boy, were they wrong!

"Kian, block his escape route," Liam commanded, pointing to the direction Evan was heading.

Enzo, go and slow him down. 

He then turned to Enzo, "Buy us some time until Kian creates the barrier to trap him."

"But-"

"You can do it; he's unarmed and without his cultivation. And with his soul pockets sealed, he can't even summon one from his spatial ring to arm himself."

Soul energy was the key to interacting with spatial rings. 

Without it, it was considered impossible to draw out what was stored inside. 

"Understood," Enzo and Kian replied in sync.

Enzo rushed towards Evan, snatching the juvenile he had hurled earlier and bracing himself for an eventual battle with the latter. However, despite his muscular build and years of training, he struggled to keep up with Evan's lightning-fast speed.

They were both human, cut from the same cloth, but Evan was frustratingly faster than him!!!