Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 60 - 60: Unexpected Confrontation

Lucy advanced on Bork with deliberate steps, her presence heavy and menacing, casting a shadow over him like the embodiment of death itself. Bork, his body shaking with fear, knew he was cornered. In a desperate bid to save himself, he swung his left fist wildly, hoping to fend her off.

But Lucy was unfazed. She caught his punch effortlessly, her grip like iron around his wrist. With a calm, almost detached expression, she applied pressure, and in an instant, his left arm disintegrated into ash, leaving only his head and torso intact.

Bork's breath hitched, his eyes wide with terror. "Please... no... you can't kill me!" he stammered, his voice quivering with desperation, his gaze darting around as if

Zeus's smirk deepened, his gaze locked onto Vesperin with unshakable confidence. "So if anyone here should be reconsidering their next move, it's you."

For a brief moment, Vesperin's confidence faltered, his brow furrowing in surprise. He hadn't anticipated facing disciples from the Celestial Academy, a place renowned for producing the most elite cultivators. The revelation unsettled him, but only for a moment.

Quickly regaining his composure, Vesperin's sneer returned. "The Celestial Academy may have a higher rank than Necrovauld, but I didn't hear you mention anything about being a noble. So, you're just a commoner, aren't you?" His voice dripped with condescension as he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.

"Let me give you some advice," Vesperin continued, his tone laced with a cold certainty. "You'd better stop now. Your status as an outer disciple won't matter when you're dead, and trust me, no one will ever know what happened here."

He smirked, believing he had the upper hand, that his words had reestablished his control over the situation.

But Zeus only laughed, the sound growing louder and more mocking with each passing second. "You're right about one thing, Vesperin—we are commoners and also we can be pretty stupid. We don't always know what's important."

Zeus's laughter subsided, leaving a cold smile on his lips as he fixed Vesperin with a look that could pierce through steel. "But here's the thing about us commoners," he added, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We're not bound by the same rules that you nobles cling to. And that makes us unpredictable."

Vesperin's smirk wavered slightly, his confidence beginning to erode as Zeus's words sank in. The realization that he might have underestimated his opponents flickered across his face, but he stubbornly held his ground.

"You may talk big, but in the end, you're just another commoner with delusions of grandeur," Vesperin spat, though his tone lacked the conviction it once held.

Zeus's eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and danger. "Believe whatever helps you sleep at night, Vesperin," he replied smoothly. "But you should've learned by now—underestimating someone based on their birth is the kind of mistake that gets people killed."

In that very instant, Lucy moved. Her body became a blur, her lethal intent clear as she closed the distance between herself and Vesperin with deadly precision.