The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 426 Sorcerer?

After Gavin Wenson cursed him again, he unleashed a deadly killing move. Eleven sword shadows descended simultaneously, all aimed at John Lopez.

This time, Gavin was certain—John Lopez would die.

His killing intent surged.

John Lopez, though always confident, grew serious. Gavin Wenson's sword technique was no joke—it demanded respect.

John thrust Excalibur forward.

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Unlike Gavin's eleven sword shadows, John's attack unleashed only one radiant sword beam—but it was enormous. Vast and blinding, it completely engulfed the incoming sword shadows.

This clash would come down to sheer power.

"Good sword! Seems I've found a treasure today! Ha ha!" Gavin exclaimed, eyes glinting with greed.

Only now did he realize the sword in John's hand wasn't ordinary—it was an extraordinary weapon. His anger quickly turned to elation.

This was better than the Holy Fire Tripod of Queen Cyan.

Sure, the tripod had symbolic value and could spite the Cinnabar Sect, but this sword—this sword could elevate him. It was a real treasure, something that could dramatically boost his strength.

He even reconsidered his priorities.

Forget the Holy Fire Tripod, he thought. Let Young Master Feather have it. All I want is this sword.

He was convinced Young Master Feather would understand and accept the exchange.

"Ha ha! I'm sorry, boy. I shouldn't have called you 'son of a bitch.' I should've called you moneybags! Ha ha!" Gavin laughed delightedly.

"What are you laughing at?" John asked with a strange expression.

Excalibur in his hand trembled violently. The giant sword light pulsed with brilliance, making the very air hum and vibrate.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

One by one, the eleven sword shadows shattered like glass, never touching John Lopez.

The beam of sword light didn't lose strength—it only surged forward.

Straight toward Gavin Wenson.

"Hahaha..." Gavin was still chuckling when he saw his Eleventh Ghost Sword disintegrate before his eyes.

The laughter died on his lips. His eyes bulged in disbelief.

"How... How is that possible?" he stammered.

He was frozen. Stunned. Petrified.

He had poured everything into that sword technique—his strongest, most perfected killing move. And it was shattered, just like that.

"Impossible!" Gavin roared, his voice cracking with disbelief.

"Gavin! Are you trying to die?! Dodge it!" Young Master Feather suddenly shouted, his tone grave and his brow furrowed.

He couldn't hide the disbelief in his eyes either.

John Lopez's strength was far beyond what they had anticipated.

Nancy Loop was stunned as well.

She had once believed that, with the taboo pill, she could definitely kill John Lopez. Now, she saw how laughable that idea had been.

Even Gavin Wenson, at full power, couldn't touch him.

No pill in the world would change that.

Was this guy the legendary Son of Fortune? Nancy Loop's mind reeled.

He had everything—treasures, a bizarre and powerful exercise method, mysterious origins, overwhelming strength... And he was only in his twenties.

Terrifying.

Boom!

Thanks to Young Master Feather's shout, Gavin finally snapped out of his trance. He blurred into motion, turning into a phantom as he retreated.

His figure left afterimages in the air.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sword beam slammed into those afterimages one after another, obliterating them. Cold sweat drenched Gavin's back. A second slower and he'd have died.

"This guy is a nightmare... Young Master Feather, we—"

Before Gavin could finish his sentence, goosebumps exploded over his skin.

He felt... death. Like a demon was breathing down his neck.

He whirled around in panic.

John Lopez was already there.

No one knew when he had moved—he simply was behind him now.

Gavin's face turned bone-white.

He heard John's low voice behind him. "Let's see how you escape this time."

But this time, John didn't use Excalibur.

He raised his palm.

Gavin lifted his hands to block, purely on instinct.

Then came the scream.

"Ahhhh!"

Gavin's eyes widened in horror. Every pore on his body screamed as a horrifying realization sank in—

His vital energy was fading.

No, not fading—being devoured.

John Lopez's mysterious technique was sucking the energy out of him, as if feeding on his very essence.

"You... You're a sorcerer?!" Gavin shrieked.

Fear overtook him.

To him, only one kind of cultivator could devour vital energy like this: a sorcerer. Someone from the evil sects. Someone unnatural.

But how could that be?

John's vital energy was cyan—pure and clean, nothing like the corrupted energy of a sorcerer.

But if he wasn't a sorcerer, how could he devour another's energy like this?

He wasn't alone in his confusion. The first cultivator John had ever faced—Demon Lord Nie—had asked the same question.

It was a question with no answer.

Gavin's body convulsed and crumpled to the ground—his skin sallow, his body sunken and hollow.

He was a dried-out corpse. Drained of energy and blood.

He hadn't just lost his vital energy. John had taken his life force.

"A sorcerer!"

Nancy Loop and Young Master Feather gasped in unison, watching Gavin's corpse fall.

Like Gavin, they too believed it now—John Lopez had to be a sorcerer.

No wonder his cultivation method was so bizarre and domineering.

Young Master Feather's expression shifted. His smile vanished. He closed his folding fan and stepped back, cupping his fists respectfully.

"Brother, I apologize for the offense. I'll take my leave."

"You want to leave now?" John's cold, powerful voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

His body froze mid-step.