Cherished By Seven Sisters novel Chapter 840

Chapter 840 Grave Disrespect 

The moment the sword energy vanished, Peter couldn’t help but fall flat on his rear, gasping for breath in large gulps 

Even so, they didn’t miss a chance to tease Emrys 

With a meaningful look. Emrys asked, “Mr. Peter, have you ever met a prodigy?” 

Prodigy 

Peter paused for a moment, then confidently slapped his sturdy chest and said, “Of course I have. I’m a swordsmanship prodigy myself. How about I show you a few moves?” 

A long sword materialized in his hand, and he was eager to make a show of it. 

Emrys shook his head and said. “Prodigy comes in two forms–ordinary and extraordinary. You, my friend, are just an ordinary prodigy, I believe that within Mount Kushburn, there are many others who are just as ordinarily gifted as you.” 

“Bullsh*t!” 

Upon hearing these words, Peter immediately became displeased. 

A prodigy is a prodigy, so what’s the point in distinguishing between an ordinary prodigy and an exceptional one? If one is truly a prodigy, howe could the term ordinary‘ ever be used to describe us? What’s the point of the term prodigy, then? 

With a swift roll. Peter stood up, his voice filled with defiance. “If even someone like me is considered an ordinary prodigy, then tell me, who is the extraordinary prodigy? Give me his name, and I will pay him a visit one day!” 

The fact that Peter could withstand such a powerful sword energy and ascend to the peak of Sword King Mountain clearly demonstrated his substantial strength.” 

In reality, he was a prodigy in swordsmanship from Soul Sword Sect. 

The sect leader was none other than Peter’s father. 

So, when Emrys claimed that Peter was just an ordinary prodigy, the latter was naturally. displeased. He immediately demanded to know who, then, was the extraordinary prodigy. 

Pointing to his own nose, Emrys declared, “Isn’t it obvious? It’s me!” 

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Peter was rendered speechless. 

How shameless! 

Incredibly, there were people in this world who were more brazen than him. 

Peter retorted angrily. “Don’t think you can hide behind a mask and shirk responsibility for your words. Do you dare to remove that mask and repeat what you just said?” 

“Of course, but I’m not going to remove my mask.” 

“Then you’re just talking nonsense!” Peter retorted. 

He clenched the sword in his hand, seething with anger. He was sorely tempted to thrust his blade into the audacious masked youth. 

Emrys cast a casual glance, smoothly changing the subject. “That’s a fine–looking sword you have there!” he remarked. 

“Nonsense. This sword of mine is truly exceptional, a gift from my father…” 

Peter was about to boast when suddenly he saw the masked youth in front of him sweep his hand. He didn’t know what had happened, but the exceptional sword he usually wielded with ease had inexplicably slipped from his grasp. 

“Come here, you!” 

Emrys abruptly seized the sword from Peter, which greatly infuriated him. However, upon witnessing Emrys‘ next move, his face dramatically changed color. 

“Stop… just stop!” 

With a loud roar, Peter watched in terror as Emrys seized his sword and swiftly thrust it toward the pristine white statue standing nearby. 

That was none other than the legendary Sword King of yesteryears! 

This mountain became a sacred place for swordsmen, as it was imbued with sword energy, due to the Sword King practicing here year after year, and the name of Sword King Mountain originated from this. 

The members of the Three Sword Sects regarded the statue at the mountain’s peak with a reverence akin to that of a deity. Who would dare to disrespect it? 

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Only Emrys dared to do so,