Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
The ninth bluestone stair was drenched in heavy, pungent blood.
Crimson streams from over a hundred heretical cultists and thirty blue-robed deacons trickled down from the summit of the steps, dripping rhythmically into the stone drainage gutters beneath Lin Feng’s feet. The subterranean grand hall was littered with corpses in all directions, silent enough to chill the marrow. Only the whistling wind cutting through the black stone fissures remained, blending with the hollow crackle of dying phosphor flames fading away in the gloom.
Atop the bone-dragon altar, White-Robed Cardinal Ming Sha stood frozen.
The pristine white robe trimmed with silver thread on his body trembled violently. Beneath his supreme white-jade skull mask, his thin, pale lips twitched as his bloodshot eyes stared in horrified disbelief at the devastation at the base of the platform.
In a mere twenty breaths!
The entire elite force of the Ancient Capital branch—those whom he had spent over a decade secretly cultivating, expending countless resources and malevolent elixirs to nurture—had been cleanly slaughtered by a wet-behind-the-ears kid like cutting grass! Four early-stage Advanced tier branch leaders guarding the four corners of the array nexus hadn’t even managed to fully unleash their Star Palaces’ might before having their throats snapped or their chests pierced.
This was no battle. This was an absolute massacre, a resounding slap across the face of a supreme White-Robed Cardinal’s prestige and dignity!
“You little bastard...”