The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 460 – Kneel Down and Apologize

Hiss—!

Twelve terrifying sword shadows roared into the sky, each one blazing with golden light—so dazzling they outshone the sun itself, lighting up the heavens above the entire Cinnabar Sect.

John dropped in a straight line from above, heading directly toward the twelve golden sword shadows. There wasn't even the faintest trace of vital energy emanating from his body.

To the onlookers, it was as if he had given up on living.

Everyone's expressions twisted. Mixed emotions churned—confusion, disbelief, dread.

But then—

"Break!"

A deafening roar erupted from John's throat, shocking everyone.

In the next instant, he pointed a single finger.

A scarlet light burst forth from his right index finger—a searing flame surged out, crashing forward with monstrous force.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wherever the flame passed, the sword shadows shattered like fragile glass.

"Spiritual fire!"

A chorus of gasps erupted from the Cinnabar Sect disciples. Their eyes widened in horror.

Everyone had sensed the strange shift when the heat source from the tower suddenly vanished. Rumors had swirled about something happening to the spiritual fire on the eleventh floor.

But no one had known for sure—until now.

As soon as they felt the unique aura of that fire pouring from John, the truth slammed into them.

The bald man had taken the spiritual fire.

Which meant—

At that very moment, all of them came to the same realization.

The day the spiritual fire disappeared from the tower was the same day the inheritor of Queen Cyan's will was said to have been released. Now, with the spiritual fire clearly in John's possession...

He was the inheritor.

Absolutely.

And when they thought back to the shadowy figure in the black robe that day—

The height matched perfectly.

A collective wave of shock rippled through every elder and disciple of the Cinnabar Sect.

No wonder the bald man was so ridiculously powerful.

He was the chosen inheritor of Queen Cyan's will.

Someone destined to be extraordinary.

Mark Leonard looked like he'd swallowed a mouthful of bitter pills.

He'd long suspected the spiritual fire was with John, but the bald man never admitted it. And others had backed him up. In the end, Mark had chosen to turn a blind eye.

Now?

He was bleeding inside.

He had wanted to keep John low-key, play him as a hidden trump card, so the Cinnabar Sect could secure a long-term advantage.

But now—John's strength and identity were completely exposed.

Mark felt like he had just lost ten billion spirit pills in one instant.

Boom!

The power of the spiritual fire was not something ordinary flames could compare to.

It not only obliterated the twelve sword shadows in an instant but also burned off Lard Wenson's hair, eyebrows, and beard.

Just like that—two bald men stood facing each other.

Everyone around had weird expressions on their faces.

So that's why he's bald?

Apparently, it wasn't a fashion choice.

It was the spiritual fire.

Bang!

Lard's face turned pale as his body plummeted. But John didn't even keep using the spiritual fire—he just followed up with a barehanded punch, slamming Lard to the ground.

As for the fire?

No one knew where it had come from or where it had gone afterward.

It had appeared in a flash and vanished just as mysteriously.

If it weren't for Lard's now-bald head serving as proof, everyone might've thought the entire scene had been some kind of hallucination.

John calmly withdrew his hand, his fingers returning to normal.

Even he was pleasantly surprised.

He had wanted to keep a low profile—but apparently, his power refused to be quiet.

From the moment he decided to teach Lard Wenson a lesson, he knew keeping his head down was no longer an option.

He was in his twenties, already in the mid-stage Golden Crystal Realm—a feat that would sound impossible to most cultivators.

It was only a matter of time before the name of this bald freak spread across the entire Alps Mountain.

So since he'd already drawn attention, John figured he might as well test out the spiritual fire's power.

The results?

Far exceeded his expectations.

He could tell—he'd need to gather more spiritual flames in the future.

Because right now, improving his cultivation level was impossible.

He didn't know if others were facing the same bottleneck, but for him, it felt like his cultivation had hit a critical wall.

It was strange.

He couldn't find any answers.

But since his realm couldn't rise for now, the only path forward was to boost his combat ability.

Absorbing and mastering spiritual flames had now become one of his main strategies.

This time, he'd used the fire openly—making no effort to hide his identity as Queen Cyan's inheritor.

Lard Wenson crashed hard onto the ground.

Then John walked over and delivered another heavy punch to the older man's shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain.

"Kneel down and apologize!" John shouted coldly.

Plop!

Lard dropped to his knees without hesitation.

He was terrified.

He'd never met a monster like this before.

What choice did he have?

He could only obey.

"I-I'm sorry, Master Leonard!" Lard shouted toward Mark Leonard, voice trembling.

He truly regretted how he had disrespected Mark before—hovering above him, acting arrogant from atop his flying sword.

Now he bowed low in shame.

But John frowned.

"Who are you apologizing to? You don't even know?" John barked. "And what's with that bald head—trying to imitate my style? Is your bald head as handsome as mine?"

Lard almost choked.

You burned me bald!

And now you're accusing me of copying your hairstyle?!

It was one thing to beat him senseless, but now you're throwing in fashion slander?

That said...

When he looked at the two of them side by side...

He really couldn't compare.

Lard took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and bowed again. "Sir, I'm sorry! I didn't recognize you. I offended you! I sincerely apologize!"

He was practically groveling.

But John just raised a brow. "You still didn't mention the most important reason. Already forgot what I said about a dog barking?"

Lard's face froze.

And then—realization struck.

That was it.

That's why John had originally demanded the apology—because he had called out to Mark in a way that disturbed John's woman.

Damn it!

Lard bowed even deeper.

"Sir, I apologize to your beloved woman. I shouldn't have disturbed her."

"That's more like it," John said with a satisfied nod.

Lard finally breathed a sigh of relief.

So it was about a woman all along...

No wonder this bald freak was so pissed.