Chapter 113 113

Chapter 113 Chapter 113

Three minutes more and seven middle aged men gathered at the forgotten edges of the Demonic Sword Sect.

This place was only used for new upcoming disciples and never on the respected guests of the sect.

They have a different teleportation matrix for that which could easily carry these important visitors into the inner sanctum of the sect without the hassle of letting them witness the not so pleasant face of the sect on its backyard.

"HAHAHA! It looks like you also heard the ruckus that was happening in this wasteland, Cao Yi!" One of the men greeted in a voice that was full of humor.

A silvery sheen shrouded on his form and this magical phenomenon was also present on his counterparts' bodies.

This was brought about by the sect token in their possession which granted them absolute protection within and without the sect.

The formation over their heads was not merely just for show but provided apt defense against any assailant that was not welcome inside the sect in the first place.

The silver shine existed for a few breaths before it vanished completely thereafter.

"I just hope that they are not practicing cannibalism this time, Su Da." Cao Yi replied and joined the sarcastic laughter in the air.

The five others kept their silence and was just satisfied in checking out the fun in this dull afternoon session.

They were already at the 6th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm and could therefore stay and train within the good graces of the Demonic Sword Sect until the day that they die.

As such, these seven were content on living the life of mediocrity. It was not as if indulging in one did not bring them some of the guilty pleasures in life.

In fact it did and in more ways than one could have ever imagined.

"Let's go, Cao Yi, Su Da. We don't want to be late to listen in the Dao Preaching of Elder Wan Wan." A third person finally barged in on the conversation.

This was just only an afternoon trip and not that very special at that. Only a little curiosity for them and nothing more.

"Mao Gang has a point. Let's visit those dumb brutes and finish this quickly!" Cao Yi said and led the group towards the origin of the smoke in the sky.

Their forms took the guises of familiar shadows and the speed that they took were almost two times that of the strongest and fastest mortal could ever hope to achieve.

The comparison between the two was simply meaningless to begin with.

The group of seven arrived in less than five minutes and they all witnessed the dancing bodies and the delicious oily meats rolled in sticks over a steady supply of flames.

"Wood and spiritual beasts? How could these mongrels get their hands on this one? Did they finally nab a rich young master or something?" Su Da uttered and looked intently on the people around him.

"It seems like everyone of these pigs are here." Cao Yi said his observation out loud.

"Indeed. Hey, dogs! Why aren't you licking my feet already?"

Mao Gang said softly but because his voice was already so familiar in the ears of these one thousand collection of men and women, the realization of his presence brought about like a thunderous boom on the ears of the crowd.

"THUD!" The usual scene from before was reenacted once more as a sea of people kneeled on the place.

The trauma and shadow of subjugation that happened for many many years was too strong over this sorry bunch of cultivators.

It was indeed a gruesome scene which all the more shocked the remaining six Outer Disciples to stillness.

'How? He could even destroy the innate safeguard of the sect's formation? This isn't real! I must be dreaming!' The six had these same thoughts but in varying degrees and momentum.

In the end, no one was silly enough to doubt the words and actions of this unknown boy anymore. Not after that ruthless display of strength before their very eyes.

"So who's next?" Clark smirked and the smile that he presented was anything but friendly at all.

"SENIOR! We ar..." Su Da unwittingly volunteered for the job. It did not matter whether he was about to ask for reprieve or boast for the Demonic Sword's Sect backing behind him.

In the end, he followed the same ending as Cao Yi.

"BANG!" Another torso was completely discarded to nihility.

Although the same silvery radiance tried to negate Clark's punch but it was ripped apart to broken pieces same as its predecessor.

'RUN!' Mao Gang screamed inside his mind and without second guessing himself, pushed the closest friend beside him unto the terrifying figure of this nameless junior.

It was utterly ridiculous for a 4th Stage Mortal Shedding Realm to do these things and yet he did. No other person could do this but a formidable Senior in the handsome boy's guise.

'This boy is a MONSTER!' Mao Gang cried inside and wished only to live to another day past this tribulation.

"MAO GANG! YOU!" The Outer Disciple that was heartlessly thrown into our bored gamer's way could only roar these last words in hate.

After that, he felt a pain at the back of his body and upon the next ensuing seconds, this middle aged man breathed his last.

"A runner, eh? Hehehe!"

"Let me see then how fast you can run." Clark muttered and went off to follow the rabbit's trail. Ten breaths was all it took before he was back again at his original position.

There was the last echo of a dying man's lament in the air and when it finally died down, nothing else serenaded the entire surrounding but only of absolute silence.

"So there's still three of you left."

"It's a pity that i only need one to guide me inside the sect."

"You should know how to choose, right?" Clark said unto the rest. They three looked at one another and they seemed to be hesitant about this irrevocable quest.

Alas, our good gamer was always too sensitive to help others that needed a little push and motivation in the right direction.

"Or do you want me to do the deed instead?" Clark grinned mischievously. He had no pity left for these animals.

Not after what they did to the people who were currently kneeling on the floors.

"AHHHHHH!" And with that single shout for courage, a melee had begun against friends and comrades.

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Almost an hour elapsed and there was only one last man standing on the makeshift battlefield. He was trembling uncontrollably and blood was all over his face and body.

"You survived. This is your luck as it is your curse. Now take me to the Assessment Pavilion."

Clark stood up from the golden throne he conjured from his inventory and looked forward to finally stepping inside the infamous halls of the Demonic Sword Sect.