Because, the connection between myself and the power of the curse is truly severed.
Oswin could detect no abnormality in Aether's body.
This could only mean one of two things: either the power of the curse had vanished completely—or it had never invaded him at all!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Oswin's voice cracked with anger and disbelief.
His forbidden secret technique had never been blocked by anyone of the Mahayana realm before.
Yet here stood Aether, still in his Dharma Body realm, immune to the curse's grip.
"How could this be?"
"Old man, nothing is impossible!" Ethan spread his arms, a sardonic grin playing on his lips.
"If you have no other business, I shall be on my way."
"Aether, you rat! Come fight me if you dare!" Oswin roared furiously.
His forbidden technique had failed to contain Aether.
Now, he could only strive to provoke the youth, baiting him into an open battle.
If a fight could be provoked, Oswin still believed he had a chance to kill him.
