Monarch Of Darkness, Arsene Chapter 40
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Clenching his throat, a deep voice sounded behind as an elderly man with sharp cold eyes stared at me, "Release him," He demanded, leaving no room for negotiations. Heavenly qi began to flood the area like a storm. Still, just as it came, a frightening Intent flooded the area, causing the elderly man to tremble in astonishment as over five heavenly masters and hundreds of spirit realm masters appeared.
"I am the owner of Azure Misty. Did you really think I would not hire my own soldiers? Not only is my household present, so are the mercenaries I handpicked." I stated, plucking the spiral ring from Tomas's still body.
Trowing the mutilated body of Tomas away, I smiled at the confused Yura, "Shall we go?" I said, taking her hand before she could respond as we quickly left the area.
Watching the Heavenly and Spirit master vanish, Yura frowned, "Why do you need so many guards...were they with you in the Forest of Serien." she said, jerking her hand away.
"No, they only protect me within Pendragon. This city is a hundred times more dangerous than you would believe. You lived like a princess, so you don't know the atrocities that happen deep in the streets of this city." I wickedly declared, licking my lips.
"Why did you not kill him? You just left yourself an enemy?" she questioned as we stepped into the carriage, but her question was quickly met with still silence.
I was far too tired to reply, and we were only allies for now. I had still not even decided if I wanted to kill this girl that was slowly destroying my life. Puffing her cheeks, Yura turned towards the window.
Smiling weakly, I closed my eyes, slowly chanting the Demonic Sacralage Mantra. As qi began filling my body, I pondered over all my weakness, aside from cultivation.
Most people my age only new one or two artes, a movement and attack arte. While I only had a movement arte putting me at a major disadvantage. Not to mention Black Flash was but a self-created arte I made in my free time. While it was fast, it was trash when compared to Tomas's movement technique.
Opening my eyes to the massive estate, I stepped out of the carriage, heading to the library. Yura had already left before I knew it; not being bothered by the strange girl, I turned to Grant with a smile.
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He gave me an insignificant nod before returning to his book. Smirking regarding the elderly man so focus on his heavy reading, I chuckled, heading upstairs.
Realm of Blood, Qi Condensation, Earth Realm, Spirit Realm, Heavenly Realm, Heavenly Transformation were the names of cultivation ranks that the snow family recorded for this library. With your cultivation representing which floor you were allowed to frequent in the Snow's Library.
Rising to the second floor that held artes meant for Qi Condensation, a bright smile shone as I browsed all of their content, recording all of them down into my mind palace. While also trying to decide which to cultivate in.
There were two that greatly caught my interest, Will of Flames vol 1 and Illusionary Step. And as its name suggested, Will of Flames made it possible to control flames by absorbing the Elemental Qi of Fire into your dantian.
Thinking of being a fire bender I grinned, while checking out the Illusion step. This arte was meant to confuse your enemy with erratic movements. However, while its speed was not the best, it was far faster than Black Flash, and I had some thoughts on adding the illusionary concept to my spear.
Believing I was done, I ran towards the librarian with a smile, "Lord Grant, I wish to take these. Can you check these out."
Eyeing the books, Grant's mood sank, "Will of Fire...you must really love being tortured, don't you?" He questioned with a grim expression.
"I am used to the pain, while it's very primitive arte, Will of Fire has the best results." I coolly said, not really minding the fire that will consume me in the future.
With a soft sigh, Grant handed me back the books, "Return them within six months." He said, returning his gaze to his book.
I left the Library, giving a slight bow, before heading to one of our family cultivation grounds. One of the best things about being part of a massive, powerful family was that they had plenty of resources.
Walking into the massive cultivation ground, a dense set of qi assaulted my body, causing my mind to grow fussy. While with each breath I took, the black mist deep within me began growing stronger.
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"Finally decided to start cultivating, Little Prince, " A contemptuous voice asked.
Staring at the elderly man I had not seen in years, I couldn't help but smile, although I didn't bow like those of the younger generation are expected to.
"Yarmor, it has been a while," I coldly said, eyeing the elderly man that had once tried to study me like a genie pig during our first meeting. "I wish to rent a cultivation cave."
Narrowing his eyes, Yarmor scoffed, "A Cave? They are all being used," he claimed, blatantly lying before me. "Why don't you come back in? Let's see...how about six months."
"Do you really wish to play this game with me, Yarmor?" I coldly questioned, "You? A bastard of the Snows wish to challenge me?"
"Insolence!!" Yarmor howled as heavenly qi burst out from his body, trying to force me to my knees. However, just like with the elderly man that tried to protect Tomas, Five heavenly signatures flashed, eyeing the man with sinister intent.
"I am no longer that child, Yarmor," I said, turning my back towards the wretched man.
"You have truly just made an enemy today, old man. I hope you understand what will happen not to you but your entire bloodline." I said as a ruthless Aura showered my body.
"You are just a child with a little money..."
"Little?... Then how about I place a bounty on all your family members? I heard your son just recently conceived a child. Don't worry, I sure he can play with its head once I personally rip it from its body."
Blood drained from Yarmor face; as his Aura grew more chaotic. Clenching his teeth, Qi rushed out as he stormed towards me with a sinister smile.
BOOOM!!!!!!!
With a massive shockwave, I was blown away as blood and bones burst from my body. High up in the air, Lights and QI began to fly, moving so fast that I could not even perceive. The sky began to twist and bend as Yarmor fought with three heavenly experts. In comparison, the other two from the Snow Estate watched.
Pulling out a talisman from my spiral ring, I roared, "Kill Yarmor' Snow's entire Bloodline. I don't care how much it cost; I want them all dead. THAT INCLUDES THE ONE WITHIN THIS ESTATE!!!"
"NOOOOO!!!" Yarmor exploded with terror, charging towards me.
However, a grand brutal aura abruptly appeared as both Father and Mother emerged, radiating a baleful air. Space began to twist as mother raised her katana from her side. The clouds within the skies of Pendragon began to split as she struck down.
Blood burst from Yarmor as his entire right arm flew high in the air, yet just as he was about to scream, Father appeared inches from his face, his fist glowing resembling a crimson sun.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!
Like a falling meteor, a black light flicked through the Azure skies, crashing heavily into the snow estate. Mass destruction followed by screamed of anguish as hundreds of men and women perished just from the cruel shockwave.
"COME MEET YOUR DEATH, YARMOR!" Mother shrieked as a black cold light coiled high above the skies. Twirling as she began chanting.
"Oh, Fallen blade of Heavens Severance, Sever thy chains of captivity and heed my call. So that we may walk the path of Oblivion together, SPLIT THE VOID AND APPEAR HEAVENLY SWORD ASI!"
As her words fell, the void shattered like glass as a massive golden heavenly blade could be seen falling from the skies like an angel. Pressure like never before crashed down, forcing me to my knees. At the same time, the skin on my body began to peal as the sword descended.
Yet, just the blade was about to land space and time distorted around the massive sword, as Grey alongside Grandfather appeared twisting space around the blade, sending it somewhere else.
Sweat drenched their clothing as they stared weakly towards mother with dread, "Enough of this Madness Emma, he is down." Grandfather pleaded, staring at the mutilated body of Yarmor.
Sneering, Mother lowered her hand before stuffing a pill within my mouth, healing all my wounds within seconds.
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