1187 That bitch...
"NUX YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"
Sorne shouted in absolute rage as his aura burst all over his place, in front of him, were the corpses of his wives and children, and not just them, Nux Leander had killed almost all his Clan Members.
One had to know, the Ashenhelm Clan had 147 members, and... Nux killed 143 of them...
143 Complete Cultivators, Cultivators who were destined to play in the 'bigger pond'. Cultivators selectively chosen by the Ancestral Order, Cultivators whose potential was far better than most cultivators out there,
Their death was not only a loss to Ashenhelm but to the entirety of Yrniel and the Ancestral Order.
Nux, however, did not care.
This was his warning.
It was a Statement.
It was his way to prove his abilities, it was his way to tell the world that even when the 'Strongest Leader' in the world was after him, taking that chance and targeting him thinking that he was an easy target, it was not a wise option.
It was his way of announcing that he could do things others deem impossible even under the eyes of the strongest leader in the world.
It was his way to declare he, was not to be messed around with.
"..."
The entire arena stayed silent at Soren's outburst.
Everything happened way too quickly for anyone to react.
To think that the person, who they thought was cowering in fear because of the Dragon Lord and his Fifty Subordinates flying in the sky, would appear in front of them and take control over the entire situation within seconds, make a mess out of a preplanned event, leave an everlasting impact and disappear.
Even Arcturus Blaze was taken aback by the series of events that were displayed.
He, however, was not awed by Nux or his actions, rather,
"He was not Nux."
Appearing in front of the anguished Soren, Arcturus commented.
"What...?" Soren frowned in confusion.
"Nux Leander is a human, he does not have the ability to cast illusions and have clones."
"Then..." before Soren could complete his words,
"It was the Devil."
Arcturus nodded.
"The Devil..."
Soren muttered.
In his heart, he had already sworn that he would ruin the Devil's life, even if he had to ruin his own life in the process.
"L-L-Lord Arcturus."
Suddenly, the announcer, who was standing behind Arcturus and Soren called out.
Obviously, she was hired by Soren and was ordered to do everything she did today, she already knew how things were supposed to proceed, now however, since the plan had gotten wrong and things had gone completely off track, she had no clue how to proceed forward.
Arcturus glanced at the announcer, then, he glanced at Soren, he knew that Soren was in no condition to give out orders and take care of the situation here, after all, the man had lost not only his family but also his entire Clan.
He had lost everything he had ever cared for in his entire life,
The Dragon Lord, however, didn't care.
"Your plan failed, Soren Thorn."
He spoke with a cold look on his face.
"In normal circumstances, your head would have been rolling on the ground, however, considering what you have been through and pitying how you have been made a joke out of in front of such a huge crowd, I will be sparing your life.
However, keep this thing in mind, if I ever see your face again, that day will be the last day of your life."
Saying those words, the Dragon Lord flew back into the air, then turning in his massive Dragon Form, he led the other Dragons back to the Dragon Continent with different thoughts in his head.
"..."
Soren on the other hand, had no reaction even after he was abandoned at such a moment, it was as if he was already expecting something like this, or...
Or maybe he simply didn't care about anything that happened to him.
With his back hunched up, he stored the bodies of his family and clan members into his storage ring, then, he left the arena, wanting to return to his Clan as soon as possible.
"..."
The announcer, who was now the only one left on the stage didn't know how to react. She didn't know how to proceed or end the 'event', she was confused and in the end, the best solution she could come up with was... To turn around and run away.
As for the audience?
They needed to figure things out on their own, realize that everything was over, and leave.
...
Soren stood in front of his Clan building, and together with him, stood 3 other mages, all of them had grim looks on their faces. Their eyes were all fixed on the horrifying site in front of them.
It was Blood all over the face, the entire building was painted red.
Dead bodies lay all over the place, the same was true for the severed limbs, the Saints could even see the bodyless heads that had terrified expressions on their faces. One could tell what sort of fear these people must have felt while they were being massacred.
It was not a sight even people with strong stomachs could digest.
And Soren, who was seeing this the very first time closed his eyes, not even wanting to imagine the nightmarish scene that played out here.
It had been three hours since the 'challenge' ended and Soren, who was now given some time to think about everything that he had been through,
Came up with one single question,
"Why did the three of you not do anything?"
In an emotionless tone, he questioned as he glanced at the three Saints standing beside him.
The people- or the person who did all this... wasn't someone strong enough to kill Saints, if he was, these 3 people wouldn't be alive. At the very least, as Complete Saints, these people had what it took to fight the culprit and keep him busy till he arrived together with the Dragon Lord.
Then why...
"We couldn't even tell when this happened," Ragnar replied.
"What...?"
"For us, everything was perfectly normal till we saw a huge crack in the sky and suddenly, our entire world collapsed, and when we started looking around... Everyone was dead."
Ragnar explained.
"So you were..."
"Yes, we were put under an illusion."
Ragnar nodded and within an instant, Soren realized who the culprit was,
'That bitch...'
