95 You?

The gentle wind of the night woke up the spectators as they were trapped in a timeless shock. It took a whole two seconds before they realized there was a severed head on the ground.

"D-did you see what just happened?" asked a weaker cultivator. Many people had this question in their mind already, but he asked it first. "I-i don't know, honestly all I see was Lyon charging right in front of that old man, but then... I blinked," said his senior who was a core disciple in the Mist Clan.

Their point of view was, of course, different than the girls especially Ryona. Being the strongest cultivator in the room she knew what every little amazingness Lyon did. Even her eyes were wide open when Lyon took the first step.

(Between that single second, he moved as if the wind didn't exist! The fire on the candle didn't even move half a centimeter! A slyph dance? No, it was different) thought Ryona. She bit her lips as all of her vision landed on that lean yet strong back of Lyon. (The more I know you, the more mysterious your being is, I wonder hubby, who exactly are you?)

Three girls on their bed couldn't see Lyon's prowess but they knew how amazing it was since they saw the expression of the girls who did. (The man, teacher called husband, is he really that strong?) thought Riku.

(Not only he killed him with a single swing, but he also canceled Luna's accidental bloodline outburst). Kyoko was left in deep thought.

Retracting his sword Lyon said, "So anyone knows who this guy is?" while pointing the middle-aged man's head.

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(What the fuck?!) thought everyone. They couldn't believe their ears when he said that. What kind of blood-feud battle if you don't know who you just killed?

Seeing everyone's expression Lyon continued with his arms opened as if it's not his fault, "I mean, I don't even know his name."

His sentence rang a bell in the crowd's head. (He is right! Holy shit we forgot about it, he didn't even have the time to introduce himself yet!). They could only put on a wry smile after on.

"MY SON!" a shout was coming from one of the crowds and an old man came rushing to the scene. Although he doesn't look strong, his eyes were full of experience and the aura of his exude that of a divine aura albeit a little. Clearly, his cultivation was above that of a Soul Realm.

The old man came crouching down while holding his son's head. "You will pay for this!" shouted the old man to Lyon. But sadly his target wasn't there anymore.

"Huh? Where did he go?!" said the old man while looking at the surrounding. There was a man with a unique getup, he didn't wear a robe like the others. "YOU!! YOU KILL MY SON!" shouted the old man.

"Nope, it wasn't me," said the man. He was indeed Lyon, but he denied that he killed his son. "I'm just a spectator here, I'm not from the Mist Clan that's why I wore this cloth."

(HOW SHAMELESS CAN YOU BE?!) The crowd already knows that the man was Lyon but nobody dared to point that out. They didn't want to risk having their head severed like the other guy so they kept their mouth shut.

"I think I saw that guy killed your son," said Lyon while randomly pointing someone from the crowd.

The old man glanced at his direction and readied his sword. "You kill him?! You trash! I'm going to end you!"

"Eek! It-it wasn't me." The man immediately denied it with denying gestures from his both hands. The man glanced at Lyon, but his expression made him think five times in a single second before randomly pointing someone. "Him, it was him."

"What are you talking about it wasn't me, it's her." the man was quick-witted and pointed a woman behind the man that was blaming him just now.

The woman quickly reprimand the man "What are you talking about?! I'm your wife idiot! You are so done when we are home!"

*tsk

The quick-witted man clicked his tongue before saying, "Not you, behind you." The man pointed a girl behind her wife.

"Eh? There is no way I could do it!" The girl quickly denied it. "Think for yourself how can I beat your son he was stronger than me."

The logical argument from the girl made the old man creased his eyebrows. (The girl's right how can-) before his thought finished, another argument entered his ear.

"O-of course you can, you seduced him and then wring his neck when he let down his guard," said the quick-witted man. "Husband! What the hell are you talking about?! The culprit was a man." reprimand the wife.

"R-really now?" said the quick-witted man while he thought (Woman you want me to go to an early grave or what?!). "I-I guess the man was so beautiful I thought it was a woman, ahahaha." They clearly saw the fake laugh he made.

"STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!" the old man shout shut the whole blaming game. "If the one who is responsible for this doesn't come out when I count to five, I will kill everyone here. Don't think the elders from your clan can save you!"

*tap

*tap

The sound of footsteps came from behind the crowd, "Oh, what's happening guys."

Everyone looked at the source of the voice, The man was handsome with a redeeming feature. His blonde hair was resting on his shoulders while the brown bow on his back made him looked like an elf.

(A beautiful man?) thought the old man before his tension finally build up. "YOU ARE THE ONE!" the old man jumped straight at Jugen who was defenseless.

(He is fast!) thought Jugen while he instinctively jumped back and trying to reach the bow on his back. (I can't make it!).

"Hmph! Try to train your brain in the next life old man." His voice made the old man who was still in the middle of a jump opened his eyes wide. His pupils managed to glance down and saw a figure squatting down. (YOU!).

*slash

Lyon slashed upward severing the old man's head and both arms which were holding the sword to hacked Jugen.

Blood spurted everywhere as the head flew in the sky before dropping down with a loud thump.

Lyon knelt down and hold his chest after retracting Scarlet. The gasping voice he made was a clear message to everyone. No matter how heaven-defying someone was, there was a price that must be paid. After he regained control of his breath, he slowly got up but only to fall down, this time along with his consciousness.