Chapter 117: Crisis

Vishwa Martis coldly stared at them. His ghost-like eyes struck fear in the young members of the Dwivedi Clan.

He suddenly glanced at the nervous figure of Kritos," Boy, I perceive you know something related to my little sister. Surrender yourself to me, or don't blame for the death of your clan."

Kritos was horrified upon his eye contact with Martis Ghostlike eyes. He was feeling that the behavior and character of Vishwa Martis completely changed.

Unknowingly a fear of losing someone again struck on Kritos heart when he watches the scene where his elder brother, Sanju was just a split second away from the death.

Before Kritos could respond, a fierce voice sounded from the side.

"Vishwa Mark, my grandson himself escaped from that Monster. You are just meaningless pointing at him and this war is also meaningless, many people will die in it. As a Clan head and Grandfather, you have taught this to your grandson."

Lakhan's voice echoed across the area, his words referring to the clan head of the Vishwa clan, who was in the middle of the Vishwa clan army. Lakhan had totally ignored Vishwa Martis, in his eyes, he was still a junior.

An old man walked out from his position and calmly replied, " Hahaha! Lakhan you are wrong. The clan head of my clan is standing in front of you. Didn't you notice? Now, only his words are the order. I can only follow his words. I hope you understand." 

After saying this, Vishwa Mark smirked. He was delighted to see the helplessness in Lakhan's eyes.

He still remembers the day, when he once deeply loved someone. However, Lakhan snatches his love in front of his eyes. The rage and humiliation kept circling in his head even after decades. 

In contrast to him, Lakhan is shocked to see that Vishwa Mark recklessly had appointed his grandson, the clan head of the Vishwa clan at this time.

"Are you crazy!"

"No, no, only the strongest have the right to be Clan head in our Vishwa clan. I am just helpless." Vishwa Mark sneered.

"Strongest!" 

Lakhan gazed his eyes at Vishwa Martis, who stood in front of him.

In response, Vishwa Martis just smirked and said,'' Lakhan, hand over Kritos to me, or no one from your clan will escape from here…"

Before Martis could finish his words, Lakhan abruptly leaped towards him. Lakhan has enough with his clan slaughtering nonsense. 

In Lakhan's mind, the Vishwa Clan was crazy to call a peak Rank 7 Foundation Realm warrior the strongest, and also appointed him the clan head.

Moreover, It wasn't even clear which clan would be exterminated from Rewa City.

Vishwa Martis quickly dodged the sudden attack and sneered," Hehe, so you have chosen death!"

Unexpectedly, Vishwa Martis's body shuddered violently, as his blood surged frenziedly around his body, as he snarled. There was no way that this kind of power couldn't possibly exist at the Rank 7 of Foundation Realm.

Vishwa Martis visibly trembled, as all his energy erupted outwards, his whole body filled with the sounds of crackling, as his eyes devoured into the darkness. He looks even more dangerous now.

A dark ghost fantom appeared behind him, it looked like Martis's Crimson Lion soul beast but rather than Crimson hair, it has dark ghost hair.

Kritos saw this unusual transformation and hastily checked up his status with his ability, but only to find that he was unable to see through his strength.

'I-Is he reaches Core Realm…"

A shocked complexion emerges on his face and fear rises in Kritos heart.

The members of the Dwivedi Clan felt nervous after they witnessed this scene.

Suddenly, Vishwa Martis lunged towards Lakhan with his ghost-like claws.

The faint shadow of a Ghostly Enormous Lion had materialized, and after a moment of vibration, it let out a roar of rage before it rushed towards Lakhan, in an attempt to tear him apart.

"Demonic Soul beast, no wonder there's such a strong sense of bloodlust and a beastly aura emanating from him." The expressions of the crowd slightly froze

Only to see Lakhan quickly dodged it, and release his Fire Tortoise soul beast.

"Break!"

Vishwa Martis, at this moment, was akin to a madman, as a horrifying and unbridled aura of a demon beast surged forth, breaking apart the Tortoise Defense with immense strength, and continued onwards in the direction of Lakhan.

Bang!!!!

A heavy slash of Claw heavily injured Lakhan and smashed Lakhan to the ground.

Core Realm was on another level compared to the Foundation Realm. Even 100 of Foundation Realm cultivators couldn't kill a Core Realm expert.

At this moment, immense shock suffused the features of Lakhan. He'd actually been heavily injured — and not only that, the sharp claws are imprinted on his stomach.

Vishwa Martis had actually managed to force him out. 

Lakhan felt that this force wasn't something a Foundation Realm could release.

"Grandfather." Kritos's expression changed drastically, as he saw Martis again rushing to Lakhan.

Lakhan was knocked backward, only stopping after colliding with the wall. His whole body was devoid of strength, as there were lacerations all over his fist, and fresh blood unceasingly leaked out of the wounds.

Martis's intentions clearly to kill the Lakhan.

Suddenly, all of the elders pounced towards Vishwa Martis upon seeing Martis's intention.

"Get them." Vishwa Mark commanded at the same time when he saw other Dwivedi clan elders leaped towards Vishwa Martis. 

Instantly, an oppressive wave of pressure permeated the air, as the soldiers, wielding long spears in their hands, began to force their way through, moving in the direction of the Dwivedi Clan Residence, creating a stifling atmosphere.

"I want you to all die." Vishwa Martis snarled like a Demonic beast, glaring at Lakhan Dwivedi. As the sound of his voice faded, he advanced forward. The demonlike aura gushing forth from his body became increasingly strong with every step he took, as he emitted intense pressure, causing the ground to sink in.

Just as the command of Vishwa Mark rang out, the archers of the Dwivedi Clan, rapidly mobilized themselves into formations. The bull horn bows that they were equipped with had all been pulled back to the point that the shapes of their bows resembled a full moon, emanating a sense of beauty that came from immense strength.

Pfft, pfft, pfff...

Bowstrings twanged, as arrows filled the skies. They flew in the direction of the Vishwa clan army, transformed the skies into a rain of arrows, and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

Similarly, there were many arrows aimed at Vishwa Martis, who was soaring through the air. A shadowy projection appeared atop the forehead of Vishwa Martis, as he released both of his Soul beasts together.

The first was the Crimson Lion Soul beast, granting him speed and nimbleness, as well as ferocious strength; the second Soul beast had a similar look like the first soul beast but was completely dark black. Besides, its size was more than the Crimson Lion soul beast.

The gaze of Vishwa Martis was as sharp as a hunting goshawk, as his ghost-covered hands explosively swept out with a strength that was capable of toppling mountains and overturning the seas, as they disintegrated the arrows around him.

At this moment, behind the archers, appeared two elders. One of them swept his gaze towards Vishwa Martis, as he too, soared towards him.

He was the first elder of the Vishwa Clan.

"Retreat back to Dwivedi's Residence." Looking at the advance of the opposition's forces, the first elder coldly hollered, as the young members of the Dwivedi Clan retreated backward.

The first elder was known that this war was hard to win because of Vishwa Martis change.

By then, Sanju and the rest had already safely retreated to the entrance of the Dwivedi Residence, as even more troops rushed out, forming a stronger protective screen. At this time, Sanju was heavily injured as he couldn't even walk properly, so someone helped him.

Vishwa Martis inclined his head and cast a glance at Kritos. He was smiling hideously, as he turned his gaze back on a member of the Dwivedi Clan who was on the floor. His fist struck downwards, landing upon his head. Immediately, the gory remains of the head painted the skies brilliant red, spraying onto the robes of Vishwa Martis, as a malevolent glint flashed in his eyes.

Kritos's body shuddered uncontrollably, immensely angered.

"Everyone retreat." The first elder hollered again upon seeing Kritos, as Vishwa Mark led even more troops forward. Currently, despite the fact that the Dwivedi Clan had more Foundation Realm experts, their strength was still not a match against the Core Realm. As such, the younger generation had to be protected — there could be no casualties, as they were the hopes of the clan.

Kritos's eyes were constantly filled with the blazing flames of rage as if he hadn't heard the first elder's command. 

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