Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

Chapter 319 Seems he was not worthy of being my minion.

Alice saying she's scared?

Nelson couldn't help but feel both amused and baffled.

With such a powerful master, what do you have to fear?

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Aren't they just a few forgotten Soulmancer practitioners in Texas?" Nelson, being one of the three great magicians of the Arcane Society, didn't really take a few forgotten Soulmancer practitioners seriously.

And he truly didn't think Alice had any reason to be afraid.

The Soulmancers in the bookstore, overhearing Alice's conversation with Nelson, began to speculate.

They had come to "flatter" Nelson, hadn't they?

Moreover, this bookstore must have some hidden secrets.

Alice's obvious close relationship with Nelson and her sudden rise in a short period of time led them to believe it must be related to Nelson, and Alice might very well be Nelson's disciple.

Their staying in the bookstore was precisely in hopes of encountering a similar fortune to Alice's.

"Alice, don't worry, if those people from Texas dare to trouble you, we won't let them off," a junior Soulmancer spoke up loudly. "Those Soulmancers from Texas are just too arrogant. We saw Deputy Director Wenzel's video too. It's highly likely that those Soulmancers provoked you first. But they refuse to reason and are making outrageous claims, thinking they are invincible in the world?"

These words ignited passionate responses among the Soulmancers in the bookstore.

"Right! Alice, rest assured, we will help you!"

"They just want to bully the few with the many, as if we're all scattered and powerless."

"Haha, they even dared to offend Deputy Director Wenzel, they really don't know what they're in for!"

The Soulmancers in the bookstore had various opinions, but without exception, they were all displeased with the forgotten Soulmancer practitioners from Texas.

Alice had legitimately represented the 13th Bureau in securing the Hudson University area, and the 13th Bureau hadn't prohibited other Soulmancers from entering.

In this matter, the Soulmancers at the bookstore owed a favor to the 13th Bureau.

Moreover, when they had encountered troubles in the past, it was the 13th Bureau that had stepped in to resolve the issues, and Wes was well-known for his amicable dealings with many Soulmancers.

Offending Wes was tantamount to offending half of the Soulmancer community, and with Darius's comments, it could be said that he had offended most of the Soulmancer world.

"Alice, don't worry, I've already received news that the elites from various major Soulmancer organizations are heading towards New York. If those Soulmancers from Texas dare come, they won't leave New York alive."

William, listening to their conversation from upstairs, just smiled faintly. It seemed that Alice wasn't really in any serious trouble this time.

Those Soulmancers from Texas were truly foolish to take a hard stance against Wes.

They could have actually compromised on the surface and assassinated in secret. Now, by making such a big fuss, they're gradually pushing themselves towards destruction.

As expected, as soon as Jayce and his group left the territorial bounds of the Texas Soulmancers, they were immediately targeted by a group of dark force practitioners.

These dark force users are not the ones registered with the 13th Bureau. They are actual souls that have escaped from the underworld, possessing various human bodies after their escape.

"Didn't expect that there are still so many Soulmancers in the human world. Coming here was indeed the right choice!!" A gaunt, ragged old man cackled while watching Jayce and his group from behind a pile of rocks.

Another man, young, with a pale face and dressed in a black robe, glanced at Jayce and his group and said to the old man, "Vinumbrae, the Drunk, don't act rashly. Consider these people your prey, but don't kill them yet. Ask them where they are going, familiarize yourself with the environment first. If they have some powerful human backing them, killing them might cause trouble."

The old man chuckled, "I know, I know! You think you're the only one who's thought of that? But we've already agreed, these people are my prey, and none of you others better steal them!"

The group with the old man consisted of eight individuals, men and women, old and young, all dressed differently but undoubtedly all very powerful beings. Jayce and his group didn't even realize they were being watched.

"You! Stop!" The old man suddenly leaped out from behind the rocks, confronting Jayce and his group of more than twenty people, among them five high-level Soulmancers elites.

Jayce was immediately startled. The old man's sudden appearance was quite eerie, his ragged clothing making him look unremarkable. But when had he appeared nearby without being noticed?

The old man, stooped, leaning on an ugly black cane with a wine flask hanging from it, looked up and asked, "I ask you, who is the most powerful Soulmancer in the world today? What level of strength have they achieved?"

Just a slight look from the old man, and Jayce felt an invisible pressure. This man's power was definitely above a high-level Soulmancer. Could he be a "Quasi-Deity"?

Jayce quickly regained his composure, bowed to the elder, and said, "Our Jayce family has a 'Quasi-Deity' level deity presiding over us. May I ask what brings you here?

The old man, grinning with rotten teeth, chuckled, "Since when did a 'Quasi-Deity' dare to call themselves a deity?"

"You think you can scare me with your family's 'Quasi-Deity'?" The old man sneered, lifting his cane and pointing in the direction of Texas, "Is that where your home is? We're actually heading there, you lead the way. Don't worry, I'm very kind."

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in the old man's eyes. In the past three days, he had already killed five Soulmancers.

The reason Jayce and his group have not been killed yet is because they still have utility value.

The more Soulmancers these escaped underworld souls killed, the greater the rewards they received.

Of course, they wouldn't mind a major massacre, but they were cautious of attracting the wrath of terrifyingly powerful beings, so they chose to keep a low profile for now.

As the old man spoke, the other seven souls who had escaped the underworld with him had already surrounded Jayce and his group.

"What exactly do you want to do? My family's 'Quasi-Deity' is also in Texas!" Darius became alert as well. These people had ill intentions, and their strange aura emitted a vibe that made him feel an innate fear from each of their presences.

The old man's eyes flashed coldly as he pointed his cane at Darius. Darius felt his body stiffen, unable to move. The old man opened the wine flask on his cane and a drop of black liquid flew into Darius's mouth.

Darius immediately convulsed, veins bulging and kneeling in pain, pounding the ground so hard that it cratered. His energy surged violently.

"What have you done?" Jayce shouted, pulling out a camping knife from his backpack and pointing it at the old man from a distance. He didn't want to sit idly by, but he also dared not act rashly.

"What have I done?" The old man chuckled, looking at Darius and murmuring, "Granting him power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Darius's body swelled by a foot, his eyes turned blood red, and he let out a strange cry. Suddenly, the jungle was swept by fierce winds, and his strength visibly made a qualitative leap.

But the next moment, his body split open, his eyes filled with terror.

"Boom!" Darius's body exploded violently, scattering blood and flesh everywhere.

The old man, unconcerned with the blood on him, even scraped off some blood from his face and licked it, taking a deep breath and laughing, "So weak! Seems he was not worthy of being my minion."