The Legendary Man

Chapter 1263 Without Warning
As Stellario spoke, his hands were busy forming new hand seals.
Necromancy and Pestilex inherently subverted the natural order. Upon release, it would initially harm the user and subsequently
bring death to others.
As Stellario cast his spell, it felt as though an external force was attempting to force his hands apart.
Even the areas where his hands made contact unexpectedly emitted an unceasing plume of blue smoke, tinged with a faint
scent of meat, generating an extraordinarily horrifying spectacle.
Kathleen stood at the center of the square platform, appearing nonchalant as she wiped her body clean. However, her gaze
remained steadfastly fixed on Stellario.
Among the eight respectable families, the two most mysterious ones were the Gray family and the Mallory family.
These two prominent families seldom showed themselves. Aside from the decade-old siege against the Whitley family, the
surviving members of the six respectable families had scarcely witnessed the disciples of these two families engage in action.
Despite their current predicament of being trapped within this enclosed realm with no means of escape, they all recognized that,
regardless of the vastness of this small world, their true battleground was beyond its confines.
The war between Asura's Office and the eight respectable families was inevitable, but once they stepped out of this small world,
Asura's Office would not be their only enemy.
The alliance among the eight esteemed families was far from being genuinely reliable.
The evolution of respectable families in Chanaea commenced over two millennia ago, boasting an unbroken lineage that
extended back for hundreds of years before that.
As time progressed, however, three hundred years ago, only nine families persisted, one of which was the Whitley family,
comprising fifteen branches in total.
And presently, the Whitley family, which had once controlled half of the expansive Chanaea territory, had been utterly eradicated.

Phoebus Sect of Summerbank, once an immortal lineage, had also undergone a profound transformation, reduced to a mere
husk reliant on offerings and donations for survival.
When the small world opened, only six of the formerly fifteen secret sects showed up. Furthermore, the strength and number of
the cultivators they deployed were not even as formidable as those of the eight respectable families.
Every factor was proclaiming to the world that the evolution of Chanaea's entire cultivation realm had deviated onto a weird,
deformed crossroad.
The opening of the small world would signify a momentous turning point.
All the eight respectable families were thinking about seizing this opportunity to complete the final reshuffling.
At this juncture, any alliances or unions appeared exceedingly fragile when confronted with the entirety of Chanaea.
Meanwhile, Kathleen wished nothing more than to strip Stellario bare and thoroughly examine the trump card of this prodigy in
whom the Mallory family had placed such high hopes.
By doing so, in the event of wars in the future, she would be able to employ a strategy of single-point attack to suppress the
Mallory family on a broad scale.
Stellario's face reddened as he found himself facing dozens of God Realm cultivators, his hands already charred.
His forceful spellcasting was exceptionally potent. The reanimated corpses had now utterly relinquished their sanity, each one
madly attacking their former comrades.
While the corpses grew even more frenetic, the remaining aboriginal cultivators had managed to shake off their initial panic.
They began deploying long-range spells one after another to keep the rampaging undead at bay.
“There are insects within these corpses! Expand your spiritual fields to protect yourselves!” Finally, someone had discerned the
flaw in the Corpse Manipulation Technique. While the concept of controlling the deceased may have appeared novel to the
aboriginal cultivators, there was always a method to fathom the intricacies of any spell.
Upon hearing that instruction, the rest of the aboriginal cultivators began to unleash their spiritual field one after another.
Successive layers of spiritual shields unfurled, effectively barricading the parasites from entering. Within the spiritual field, which
could be seen as an extension of their bodies, everyone finally got a sense of what these parasites looked like.

However, at this very moment, a cruel smile crept up Stellario's lips.
“The legacy of the Mallory family cannot be countered by a mere shield. Destroy!” Following Stellario's command, those under
the influence of the corpseworms all leaped high above the crowd's heads.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With each muffled noise, the bodies exploded one by one in mid-air.
In an instant, it was as if a shower of blood had cascaded upon the square platform at the summit of Ascension Peak.
Under the protection of the seal, Kathleen stared blankly as pieces of flesh continued to fall from above.
How could these bodies self-destruct when they don't even have a shred of spiritual energy? Stellario is controlling those bugs to
self-destruct, causing the corpses to explode. But these bugs can't penetrate the spiritual fields of these people at all. What is the
point of doing this?
To her surprise, moments later, the aboriginal cultivators began grimacing, as though they were in severe agony.
“The blood can contaminate our spiritual energy! Quick! Retract the force field!” someone shouted out before sealing their own
acupoints and continuously consuming magical herbs to protect themselves.
However, it was too late.
One after another, the aboriginal cultivators collapsed. Stellario's hands trembled slightly, and tiny insects suddenly materialized
around the scorched skin of his palms, a result of the spell's backlash.
The tiny insects voraciously gnawed on Stellario's hands, completely consuming all the charred, numb areas.
Subsequently, they surged upward like a stream, morphing into a black substance resembling a glove, which encased and
shielded Stellario's hands.
“Stellario...”
On the side, Merilyn was gasping heavily, pointing at her own throat.
Stellario tossed a black pill into her mouth.

“Don't worry. I won't let you die.”
He then turned his head to look at Kathleen in the center of the square platform before promptly extracting the black blade from
the ground and walking toward her.
“We're allies, yet all you did was stand here watching me fight. You're not very reliable,” he said.
Kathleen had finished cleaning herself by then. The blood on her body was thoroughly cleared off, once again revealing her fair
skin.
Clad in a silk nightgown, Kathleen unabashedly displayed her stunning figure.
“What are you talking about, Stellario? You're still perfectly fine even though I didn't help you, right? But I am genuinely curious
about how many cultivation methods your family possesses. I'm not going to take orders from you without something in
exchange. Let's find somewhere quiet to have a good chat. What do you say?” As Kathleen spoke, her body was almost pressed
up intimately against Stellario's.
Despite so, Stellario could sense that, although Kathleen appeared unrestrained, she was actually keeping a good distance from
him.
The material of the nightgown she wore, in particular, was unquestionably exceptional. If he attempted to make a move on
Kathleen, he would likely fail.
The trust that had been established among the Henderson, Leeson, and Mallory families had always existed in an unstable
balance. Now, this single small world was enough to completely shatter that trust.
“Kathleen, once we get out of here, let's find ourselves a large room with a king-sized bed by the sea. Then, I'll tell you
everything. I'm just afraid you won't be able to handle the truth after hearing it!”
Laughing sinisterly, Stellario leaped forward, reaching out to grab one of the seals, but at that precise moment, a spear thrust out
without warning from behind him, piercing directly through his lower abdomen.
Kathleen stared expressionlessly at the person who had made a move.
The person was none other than Merilyn.