Soon, all the first-level four-layer beast souls were completely devoured, and Mark Sutton began to devour first-level five-layer beast souls.

The first-level five-layer beast souls were obviously much stronger than the first-level four-layer ones, and Mark Sutton could clearly feel it.

Ten!

Thirty!

Fifty!

One hundred!

One hundred and forty!

Mark Sutton didn’t stop for a moment, but after devouring one hundred and forty five-layer beast souls, his Martial Soul still didn’t advance, which made him quite frustrated.

As his Martial Soul’s level increased, the difficulty of advancing grew greater and greater.

“Only ten left. I hope I won’t be disappointed!”

Crack! Crack! Crack!!!

He smashed the remaining ten soul crystals in one go, and after devouring them, his Devouring Martial Soul finally reacted again.

A yellow light shone once more, and another halo was added.

Five yellow lights—Human Level, Fifth Grade Martial Soul!

Mark Sutton was overjoyed and immediately operated his Martial Soul with all his might, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Streams of celestial spiritual energy quickly gathered and crazily poured into Mark Sutton’s body.

With the Martial Soul’s level increased, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy was ten times faster than when he was at Human Level, Third Grade.

After a long while, Mark Sutton stood up, his whole being full of vigor.

“Eric Sutton, aren’t you known as the number one genius of the Su family? Human Level, Fifth Grade Martial Soul? When the clan gathering comes, I’ll stomp you under my feet.”

A smile appeared in Mark Sutton’s eyes: “And Julia Lawrence, you’ll realize how foolish your choice was!”

After that, Mark Sutton went to the family’s armory and picked out a refined steel longsword.

That’s right, Mark Sutton was preparing to cultivate swordsmanship.

As for the Soul-Slaying Sword, because its level was too high, he couldn’t take it out easily.

Mark Sutton understood the principle of not revealing one’s wealth.

Mark Sutton not only needed to cultivate the “Divine Wind Sword Technique,” but also the “Shadow Step” and the “Primordial Unity Art.”

All three of these manuals were third-level, low-grade techniques. Once mastered, Mark Sutton’s overall strength would definitely soar.

The Divine Wind Sword Technique was a wind-type sword art with four forms.

The first form: Gale Blade.

The second form: Sweeping the Scattered Clouds.

The third form: Wind Soaring the Nine Heavens.

The fourth form: Divine Wind Ultimate Strike.

Each of the four sword forms was harder and stronger than the last.

The key point of the Divine Wind Sword Technique was just one word: ‘speed’—to the extreme, to the peak.

Shadow Step was a very advanced movement technique. Once mastered, the body would be as swift as a ghost, coming and going without a trace.

As for the Primordial Unity Art, as a cultivation technique, the true qi cultivated from it was called Primordial True Qi, which was extremely powerful—at least ten times stronger than the true qi cultivated from Mark Sutton’s “Cloud Qi Art.”

In the following days, Mark Sutton practiced swordsmanship and movement techniques during the day, and cultivated the Primordial Unity Art at night, steadily improving his strength.

On this day, Mark Sutton was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

The sword light, like flowing water, formed a curtain of swords, constantly flashing. Sword qi crisscrossed in all directions, slicing the air into pieces.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

At that moment, a violent knocking sounded at the door.

Mark Sutton immediately frowned.

Whoever was at the door wasn’t knocking—they were pounding, and with such force that the door was about to be broken down.

“Who is it?”

Mark Sutton opened the courtyard gate with a cold face.

Chapter 12: Confronted at the Door

Mark Sutton opened the courtyard gate.

Outside stood a middle-aged man in his forties, his face cold and indifferent.

The visitor was none other than the Su family’s Fourth Elder, Tyler Sutton.

“Fourth Elder, what do you want?” Mark Sutton asked coldly.

“Hmph! Mark Sutton, get to the council hall at once.”

Tyler Sutton sneered, a trace of schadenfreude flashing in his eyes.

“The council hall? What for?”

Mark Sutton was puzzled.

Tyler Sutton looked impatient and scolded, “Why ask so many questions? You’ll know when you get there.”

“Hmph!” Mark Sutton snorted coldly and strode toward the council hall.

“A useless wretch—what’s there to be proud of? Let’s see how you die today!”

Watching Mark Sutton’s back, Tyler Sutton sneered and quickly followed.

Council Hall.

Henry Sutton sat at the head seat.

Below, on the left, were several elders of the Su family and some younger members.

On the right were people from the Wei family—five in total, two middle-aged men and three youths, all looking aggressive, as if here to demand justice.

“Why hasn’t Mark Sutton arrived yet?”

Among the Wei family, a middle-aged man in brocade robes spoke coldly.

“Hehe, the Fourth Elder has already gone to fetch him. He should be here soon.”

An elder of the Su family replied with a forced smile.

“This time, Mark Sutton injured my son. How does your Su family plan to handle this?”

Another middle-aged man from the Wei family spoke. This was the Wei family head, Walter Webb.

“This…”

The Su family elders were at a loss for words. They all wanted to say, “Let your Wei family handle it,” but after glancing at Henry Sutton, who had yet to speak, none dared to say it first.

No one wanted to be the first to stick their neck out and anger Henry Sutton.

“Henry Sutton, your son injured my son and crippled his cultivation. If you don’t give me an explanation for this, my Wei family will never let it go.”

Walter Webb swept his cold gaze over everyone, his eyes landing on Henry Sutton seated at the head.