The Invincible Mercenary King

Chapter 838

Lawere meticulously arranged the formation, each stone placed with pur por as he paused to observe and contemplate belour proceeding

The rest–robed messenger’s gaze bare into Lawrener, his eyes filleal with a hilling threat Kid, deceive me, and you’ll live to regret it

While he was uncertain of Lawrence’s honesty, the red–robed menger decided to take a daring leap of faith

Killing Lawrence would only be a huile release of anger, viebling true benefit. It would also undo the twenty years of varetul planning iledicated to cultivating the spiritual beetle.

Il Lawrence spoke the truth and a miraculous spart gathering acray truly existed, capable of absorbing the power of the spiritual beetles, it would be an unparalleled triumph The gamble was worth the risk.

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Though untamulia with spirit gathering array, he believedl in Lawrence’s evolved mind, sensing its ability to perceive heavenly principles Perhaps this spirit gathering array was one of them!

Lawrence halted, anger flickering in his eyes as he stared down the red–robed messenger. ‘Creating this array demands immense spiritual strength Each step inust be taken with utmost care, undisturbed

by anyone. Can you please remain silent? Or have you lost your desire for the power of the spiritual beetles,

The red–robed messenger’s eyes narrowed with fury, tempted to trike Lawrence down.

Yet, considering the mysterious power of the spiritual beetles and the potential for perceiving heavenly principles, he restrained himself and remained silent

A sneer of impatience played on Lawrence’s lips as he cast a disdainful glance at the red–robed messenger, resuming his meticulous observation and formation setting

With each passing moment, the formation grew in complexity. Lawrence immersed himself in contemplation, the arrangements on the ground taking shape and emanating a profound and enigmatic aura.

The red–robed messenger, who had grown restless while observing Lawrence’s meticulous work, began to doubt his sincerity.

Yet, as the arrays gradually revealed intricate patterns, he, too, felt the presence of a profound and mysterious essence within them

In that instant, all doubts evaporated. The red–robed messenger stared at the formations on the ground, astonished, and wondered, “Could this truly be the array?”

Though ignorant of the arrays, he had heard whispers from ancient experts about a power that could reshape the heavens. and the earth, originating from a distant eastern kingdom five thousand years ago. Mastery of that power was an immense challenge, and its knowledge had nearly vanished with the passing of time.

Now, as he witnessed the array crafted by Lawrence, he felt the weight of that awe–inspiring ancient and enigmatic legacy from the eastern kingdom.

The array had yet to fully materialize, but he had already sensed subtle mysteries within it. It was as if spiritual energy coursed through the structure, waiting to be harnessed.

Stepping into the array created by Lawrence, he felt comfortable and experienced a tingling sensation throughout his body. as if the world was on the brink of something extraordinary, just within reach.

“Is this the spirit gathering array?” the red–robed messenger ingined, his voice filled with astonishment and intrigue.

Impressed by the intricate arrays before him, the red–robed messenger marveled silently. He meticulously studied the positions of the stones, committing them to memory. In his mind, this array held endless possibilities, a valuable knowledge for his future endeavors.

As Lawrence immersed himself in setting up the array, he suddenly caught sight of the red–robed messenger standing within its bounds. Annoyed, he reprimanded, “The array is not yet complete! What are you doing inside? Leave immediately!”

“Brat, you dare talk to me like this, are you courting death The red–robed messenger’s demeanor toughened in response to Lawrence’s scolding.

He possessed the power of life and death over Lawrence, but the repeated insults ignited an intense desire to extinguish the insolent youli’s existence.

Lawrence locked eyes with the red–robed messenger and sternly asserted, “The formation is still incomplete. Your intrusion disrupts its delicate balance. Moreover, you lack understanding of the array’s intricate points. Standing in the wrong position would drain the power within you. I’m doing this for your own good. It’s like a dog biting the hand that feeds it, oblivious to kindness!”

The red–robed messenger’s expression shifted upon hearing these words, prompting a swift exit from the array. He had dedicated immense effort to cultivate his power, and the prospect of its depletion felt more unbearable than death.

However, as he stepped out, a sense of unease washed over him, and he angrily questioned, “Who are you calling a dog?”

It was only after leaving the array that the red–robed messenger fully comprehended the extent of Lawrence’s insults.

Undeterred by the messenger’s presence, Lawrence continued to focus on completing the formation.

The red–robed messenger’s gaze turned icy as he stared at Lawrence’s back, emanating a chilling aura of murderous intent. Even if Lawrence were to surrender the secret power of the spiritual beetle at that very moment, the red–robed messenger still harbored intentions of subjecting him to a brutal and torturous end. Throughout his years in the martial world, never before had a young individual dared to berate him so audaciously.

Adding fuel to his fury was the fact that Lawrence had labeled him a dog–a complete humiliation!

At that moment, Lawrence abruptly halted his actions, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a solemn expression.

“What’s the matter?” the red–robed messenger inquired, curiosity piqued.

Fixated on the stones in his hand, Lawrence pointed to a section of the incomplete array and spoke in a deep voice, “Here, we lack a treasure of significant value that can serve as a key point.”

Perplexed, the red–robed messenger questioned, “Don’t you have stones? Can’t you use them as key points?”

“No way!” Lawrence protested.

Shaking his head, Lawrence explained, “No! The key point within the array is of utmost importance. It requires a material of exceptional quality and unique properties. If I were to use stones, the power of the spiritual beetle within me would only partially be absorbed, merely tapping into the spiritual energy of the universe.”

Intrigued, the red–robed messenger inquired, “So what do you suggest?”

Lawrence locked eyes with the red–robed messenger, his gaze fixated on the messenger’s mask, and calmly stated, “I see. The material of your mask is remarkably special. If used as a key point, its effect would be amplified.”

The red–robed messenger’s eyes grew cold, and he demanded, “What did you say?”

Maintaining his composure, Lawrence replied, “For the array to function optimally, the key point must possess exceptional qualities. It’s a matter of common sense.” A faint smile curled on his lips. “If you have no interest in a flawless array, then forget it. I’ll find any random stone to suffice.”

With those words, he reached for a stone, preparing to place it in the key point.

The red–robed messenger’s gaze turned icy, and just as he was about to intervene, he relented. “Fine, I’ll pass you the mask.” Slowly, he extended his hand, ready to remove the mask.

Lawrence widened his eyes, his attention fixated on the red–robed messenger’s actions, consumed by curiosity. What secrets lay hidden beneath the mask?