82 Chapter 82 (1/2)
”Who is it?!”
”Who dares attack the territory of the League of Shadow Assassin?”
”I don't know. We paid our taxes to the Demonic Sword Sect this month too.”
”They can't be the one doing this siege, right?”
”If they are, then there's no hope for us!”
”Rookie, check for the enemies' identity!”
”Check it yourself, you dumb fuck! I'm not going out there alone!” The soldiers stationed near the city walls were conflicted in how to handle the situation.
They saw no one out there who could have caused this disturbing onslaught. The moonless night remained ever indelible in its stance.
But then these armed men and women were not born yesterday. They were anything but never dumb!
One look at the outcome of the city's devastated gates and one could easily conclude that this was no mortal army but a siege conducted by revered cultivators!
Alas, only someone stupid would face this kind of enemy head on. These mortal soldiers were really not suited for the task at hand.
”Let's just wait, Commander. I think the Elders of the Guild would be here, soon enough.
If the parties outside have anyone they're searching for inside the city, I think they could only be after those darned assassins and would probably not harm us normal people who are only living peacefully inside this City of Cresa.”
A soldier tried to apply reason towards his superior. This smart one knew that their lives hang in the balance and was conscious enough to remain alive rather than dead after this evening.
”His words make sense, Commander!” Another soldier cleverly agreed.
”Okay. Let's wait a few moments but don't let your guards down! Soon, an Elder will surely appear to check what has happened out there.”
The commander of the mortal soldiers could only assent his men's suggestions. He was also not that foolish to charge into certain death.
For death was the likely result that they would only face if they fought in battle against a true blooded cultivator.
Less than 2 minutes elapsed and a new group of uniformed people rushed towards the scene.
They arrived in showy spectacles of shadows and when these figures materialized into form, not one soldier raised his or her head to gaze at this dangerous crowd.
They were a dozen strong at first and their numbers only kept increasing with time.
Before long, there were tens of them on the scene and quickly surmounted about a hundred strong cultivators all garbed in dark robes.
It was so weird because only their eyes shone in the night as these Shadow Assassins wore masks to hide their identities. Only their leader was brave enough to show his face. He earned this perk already!
”COWARDS!” Fan Ru roared at the group of soldiers who had hidden far behind the concrete rock shields of the walls.
Silence pervaded the place as no one was brave enough to talk back towards Fan Ru. Far more eloquent men have fallen in the cruel hands of this very Master Assassin.
”I will show you how it's done then, you bunch of useless meat shields!” Fan Ru admonished the mortal soldiers around him and gazed at the damage of the gates.
It did not take him long to realize that the power behind this strike was probably caused by a magical tool.
'A Foundation Establishment Expert?' Fan Ru mused.
”Stay here!” he commanded his able assassins and the order was received in silence. They were professional murderers and knew the importance of unquestioning obedience from their leader.
Even so, all of these hundred or so killers were still on the Mortal Shedding Realm.
And although some of them were already at the peak of the said cultivation stage, they certainly could not do anything against some who were already at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Even ten thousand of them combined would get eaten alive by someone of that caliber.
This strike would be fatal if one underestimated it but it was curious enough that he could not sense the familiar spiritual flow from anyone outside.
Nevertheless, Fan Ru still rushed through the gates without care. The angry embers brought about by the initial strike resisted the lullaby of the wind.
But even the hot hues by the gates could not hide the rippling waves of darkness over the full figure of Fan Ru.
”A Foundation Establishment Master. I am honored to have your company tonight. I am Clark.” a man in blue cultivator's robes greeted his earnest host.
'A brave or a foolish man. Which one is it? Nah, perhaps this suicidal maniac has both of these rare indeed.' Fan Ru decided at once as he calmly looked at his unexpected guest.
Particularly at the tattooed crimson sword on the boy's possession.
”THIS IS THE PRIVATE DOMAINS OF THE LEAGUE OF SHADOW ASSASSINS! STATE THE REASON OF VISIT!” Fan Ru roared in a voice brimming with authority. He did not even give his name out of spite.
His figure was tall and commanding. He had long white hair which was tied with a silver string and a grandpa beard that would seem doting and kindly if not for the ferocious face that he wore right now.
”I have come to collect some interest past its due!” Clark replied succinctly and our good gamer was also not about to lose when it came to voice quality over his opponents.
And so he shouted the words back with equal vehemence. Although he was affronted by practically millions of foes behind the city gates but Clark did not let the number intimidate him one bit.
In fact, the idea of conquering these impossible numbers fueled his intense desire for battle instead.