Chapter 185: 185

Jackson smiled lightly with a faint air of superiority, he lifted up his hands and flicked his finger at Marc's forehead .

Marc felt a shock on his forehead while he felt something foreign invade his soul . He only felt it faintly as he only had a Low-Level Nascent Soul Stage Cultivation .

He started sweating heavily as he felt his soul tremble from the pressure . He did not doubt that if his young master wanted to deprive his will, then it would be a simple matter for him .

"Accept it . . .

" A faint voice echoed deeply inside him, resonating with his soul .

Marc accepted the seal with all his concentration . He was afraid something bad might happen to his soul, possibly injuring it, as he knew that one should be as obedient and compliant as possible when accepting a soul seal .

For if one was not accepting of it, then the soul seal will break or forcibly enslave, injuring the soul in the process .

Of course, this was only the case if the caster of the soul seal was stronger than the one who was being cast on in terms of Soul Cultivation .

Then what would happen if the opposite occurred? The caster's soul would be injured .

Furthermore, every soul cultivator knew this and wasn't a secret in the first place . So Marc tried his best to act like a dog that was in front of its owner .

And without any dramatic effects, he felt his soul being constrained for a moment, and then that feeling disappeared as he started to take in deep breaths as if he used up all his stamina .

Jackson also furrowed his brows but there was still a faint smile on his face as if he expected it to succeed .

"Good!

" He uttered but Marc fell unconscious causing him to be taken aback .

He then shook his head and smiled wryly, 'I should make him improve his Soul Forging Cultivation sooner . . . '

"Aaahhhh!

"

"Hmm?

" Jackson turned alert .

A painful shout echoed outside the carriage along with carriages being thrashed on the roadway .

He quickly spread out his Soul Sense and found a short masked man riding a horse . His hand had a spear but it quickly got chipped and battered from the usage of the masked man .

Jackson turned solemn and confused but he could certainly tell that he was being targeted by this unknown expert .

. . .

"Hyaah!

" Davis made a hoarse sound and swang at the carriage beside him .

The carriage was sent flying from being hit by the blunt side of the spear .

He looked at the sorry state his spear was in and shook his head as he certainly didn't expect for the armour of the carriages to be this strong .

He kept it inside his storage ring and took another spear except it was a Peak-Level Earth Grade Spear, many times stronger than the spear he used before .

"Stop!

" An enraged shout echoed out that carried along with a formless pressure that could suppress Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators into losing half their prowess temporarily .

Davis smiled, his right hand moved and cut off the wheels of another carriage causing it to topple over .

The spear in his hand danced again, sending the incoming guards flying over all the place like sandbags .

Quickly a silhouette emerged from the main carriage and landed in front of him .

"Who are you!?

" Jackson summoned a sword and pointed at him .

"I am your Grandpa you **head! Can't you see? This is a robbery! Now hand over whatever you have on you!

" An old and decrepit voice echoed out from Davis's mouth .

"You! Do you know who I am!?

" Jackson was stunned before being infuriated . Originally he thought the other party was an assassin but now, it seemed to be a bandit?

Even bandits had the gall to threaten him . He felt his face burn from shame!

"Young Master Jackson, right? Obediently hand over your wealth and leave or you shall not escape the wrath of a certain family .

"

'A certain family?' Jackson turned confused before he shouted,

"Old fart! Are you in your right mind? Who would leave their wealth just because someone said so?

"

Boom!

Jackson rushed ahead, creating a small crater in the place he stood at while Davis jumped from the horse as he valiantly descended down the horse .

Davis swung down his spear and Jackson slashed as they clashed, creating a boom that echoed two kilometres around .

Both of them came off equally and stared at each other in scrutiny . Jackson had hundreds of thoughts running in his mind while he stared at the mask, wanting to know who was behind that mask with prowess as equal as him .

"Hahaha! Young Master Jackson is powerful and that can be seen at a glance but this time, I'm afraid that young master Jackson would have to obediently run back to his home with his tail between his legs . . .

" Davis faintly sneered .

"What gall!? Do you think you can beat me while possessing the same amount of cultivation? Old fart! While you may have higher cultivation than me, I don't think you can afford the Blackwell Family behind me, no?

" Jackson also faintly sneered . He could see that this could become a battle of wits .

"Young Master is correct! This old fart you are talking about can't afford to offend the Blackwell Family . . .

" Davis gave off a sigh of defeat .

Hearing that, Jackson's expression turned into a grin,

"Now that it is clear . . .

"

"I suggest Young Master Jackson to not be hasty . . .

" Davis interrupted and threw an imagery crystal at him .

Jackson caught it and turned wary,

"What do you mean?

"

"You'll know if you check it . . .

" Davis faintly replied .

Jackson looked at it and determined that it was truly an imagery crystal . Just before he could activate it, he was interrupted again,

"Didn't I remind Young Master Jackson to not be hasty? You probably would have to kill all your subordinates if they had a look at it . . .

"

Suddenly, silence encroached the place and only the sound of the whistling wind could be heard .