Chapter 835 Dare

Chapter 835 Dare

The world went silent.

Every pair of eyes stared wide in utter disbelief. The bluish-purple slash continued carving through the horizon, leaving behind a trail of devastation so profound it seemed like the world itself was being split apart.

For a brief moment, no one dared to breathe, the silence thick and suffocating. The killing intent emanating from the grandmasters, that had blanketed the area, dissolved like sugar in water.

But what replaced it was far worse.

It was akin to the shockwave of a nuclear explosion. A killing intent so potent it caused every grandmaster in the area to shudder erupted from Atticus, saturating the air with suffocating intensity.

Everyone froze, their minds short-circuiting as they forgot how to think. They each knew what they were, a bloodthirsty group who had unleashed massacres and killed thousands. Fear wasn't foreign to them. But they had always been the one inflicting it. Yet now, it was the only thing they could feel.

From high above, Veylor's gaze trembled.

They had been wrong. They had been so wrong.

Atticus's powers were beyond anything they had assumed. His victory in the Nexus had been based on pure skill. This was the reality. This was the Apex of humanity.

Despite the shock that filled the air, Atticus's calm gaze remained fixed on Veylor high in the sky. As their eyes met, Veylor's instincts screamed at him.

They couldn't afford to waste time.

Atticus had seen them, and he would kill them.

Veylor's gaze darkened, his voice thundering, shaking the very air.

"Don't hold back anything! Attack him with everything you have!" His command echoed across the desolation, vibrating like the drumbeat of war. His tone peaked into a roar.

"NOW!"

The world snapped back into motion.

The grandmasters shook off their fear, hands clenched, teeth gritted, before erupting in unison. Their spiritual energy ignited like an inferno, lighting up the battlefield.

Multiple purple beams shot into the sky, piercing the heavens like apocalyptic beacons. The ground quaked and splintered as an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy flooded the area, shaking the very foundation of the earth.

The atmosphere turned oppressive, as though the world itself was preparing to collapse under the weight of the grandmasters' combined might.

Their voices reverberated like thunder as they roared in unison,

"Manifest!"

The air rippled and twisted as the grandmasters activated their ultimate powers. A blinding flash of light erupted from their chests, and their bonded spirits burst forth, expanding into towering, domineering forms. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

One of the twins behind Veylor trembled, his wide, glowing eyes filled with fear. His spirit, Void Owl, was a tier-5 spirit with an ability to slow down time within a specific range for a brief moment.

He had activated the ability the instant they reached the sky. Though it had been blurry, he had seen it.

He had seen him.

Atticus had moved.

Not just moved, he had crossed the entire circle of grandmasters surrounding him in an instant.

And no one noticed.

The twin's scalp turned numb, and his lips trembled as realization struck.

"Th-they're dead," he whispered, his voice breaking.

As his words echoed across the underground world, it happened.

A faint bluish-purple slash appeared in the air, cutting through the ranks of the grandmasters and their spirits simultaneously.

The glow streaked across their bodies, leaving behind destruction in its wake.

The grandmasters froze, eyes wide in shock, as thin lines of light appeared across their bodies and those of their spirits.

The realization hit like a hammer: they were already dead.

Without warning, every grandmaster split cleanly in two, their bodies falling to the ground with sickening thuds.

Their spirits suffered the same fate, their towering forms cleaved in half, their domains collapsing as they dissolved into scattered motes of light.

In a single moment, thirty grandmasters and their spirits were annihilated.

The battlefield, once filled with tension and killing intent, became utterly silent.

All eyes turned toward the cause of it all.

Atticus stood exactly where he had been, calm and untouched, his blade still glowing faintly with residual energy.

Yet the killing intent emanating from him only intensified, filling the air with suffocating pressure.

His eyes lifted upward, locking onto Veylor, who hovered above, his face frozen in shock.

But just as Atticus was about to move, Elder Lorthan's voice boomed across the battlefield.

"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU KILL THE SPIRITS!"