A Warrior Undefeatable novel Chapter 4779

The illusory shadow flickered, but one could discern that it was a middle-aged man.

“Who's there? Who are you?”

Upon seeing the illusory shadow, Tennyson furrowed his brows and spoke.

“Hmph! Just a mere illusory shadow dares to cause trouble at our Celestial Palace...”

Ashleigh gave a cold huff, ready to strike at the illusory shadow.

Just as he had lifted his hand, he noticed the phantom hand sweeping across. It seemed as if the world had frozen in that instant, rendering them completely immobile.

At this point, both Ashleigh and Tennyson were utterly dumbfounded.

“I'm the very Mr. Sanders you were just about to give a piece of your mind to...”

The illusory shadow slowly advanced, becoming increasingly distinct.

“You... You're not the main body?”

Ashleigh looked on in shock. If a mere illusory shadow could possess such strength, wouldn't the main body be even more formidable?

Arthur didn't say a word, perhaps out of disinterest. With a simple extension of his hand, Ashleigh found himself in Arthur's grasp.

Ashleigh started to bleed profusely, his eyes wide open in shock, his entire body trembling.

Thud!

Ashleigh suddenly collapsed to his knees, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

And then, a warmth spread from the lower body of Tennyson. He was so scared that he wet himself.

A mere illusory shadow was enough to treat them like insignificant ants. If the main body were to appear, wouldn't it be even more powerful?

Was this the support behind Jared?

The more Tennyson dwelled on it, the more terrified he became. In the end, he was not only scared to the point of wetting himself but also scared to the point of soiling himself.

The entire Tenth Hall was filled with an unpleasant odor.

“Don't... Don't kill me. I was wrong...”

At that moment, Ashleigh deeply regretted uttering those words.

Tennyson was in a state of complete disarray, losing all control over his bodily functions. He was on the brink of madness.

One should know that Ashleigh had ascended to the eighth level of Celestial Stairway. Yet, in front of someone's mere illusory shadow, he had no power to fight back.

He truly felt less significant than an ant.

Tennyson's spirit had been crushed. He had completely fallen apart.

At this moment, neither noble lineage nor reputation mattered at all.

He also collapsed to the ground. He didn't even have the strength to kneel.

His eyes were filled with utter despair, a complete and overwhelming despair.