Chapter 114 114

Chapter 114 Chapter 114

'Well, that was very anticlimactic in the end.' Clark mused in silence as he followed a slow trail from behind a middle aged man in sect uniform.

He would have wanted to take pleasure in the pain of others to let those despicable men taste at least a portion of what they had inflicted unto others but the experience has only let our bored gamer feel unsatisfied in the aftermath.

It was an empty feeling and quite very unmistakable in all the things he had ever encountered in the past.

'I really can't repay evil with the same kind of evil after all. They knew each other in the first place and are practically kin in all intent and purposes.

Next time, I will kill them fast and grant a quick and painless death to my foes.'

Our conscientious protagonist knew where his mistakes lied and he was rather adamant to never do the same error ever again.

He looked around him and their numbers had grown since they had initially started their travel.

An addition of 20 or so young men and ladies followed closely behind the slow procession towards the inner sanctum of the Demonic Sword Sect.

These were the accumulated entrants of the sect.

The teens matured way before their time as their eyes hardened with unnatural vigor that was not expected to be seen from young souls like them.

Perhaps the girls had it worse but nevertheless, they never showed their weakness up front but only masked it with a vivid and almost unbelievable hunger for power and strength.

With just a glance, Clark could see the obvious look of unyielding determination in their eyes.

Our good gamer sighed deeply as he tried to forget the fate of those weaker children in the hands of the sadistic Outer Disciples.

He could feel the hate rise in his gut but forced these negative emotions down with only sheer will alone.

"How far are we, Wu Da?" Clark asked in a voice that was filled with unrestrained fury.

Although he could not openly destroy this Demonic Sword Sect but at least, he would not fake his real emotions in front of abominable men like this Outer Disciple Wu Da.

The last surviving member in the party of seven Outer Disciples from earlier.

"We will arrive there in less than five minutes, Young Master Clark."

Wu Da trembled visibly in place. He almost stumbled in how abruptly he paused to cater the sudden question of this cruel monster he only knew as Young Master Clark.

"Hmmm... I see. Let's continue at this pace." Our bored gamer said unto the terrified Wu Da.

"As you wish, Young Master!" Wu Da almost ran in fear to get away as far as possible from the scourge that confined him tightly even without the use of solid chains on his body.

The dread he felt was unbreakable and pretty much palpable in the air.

'I don't look that frightening at all, right? Or am i?' Clark asked himself and could not help but sport a fleeting smile on his face.

He looked at the middle aged man Wu Da and witnessed that the man's injuries have been artificially healed for the moment. At least it seemed that way from the outside.

Clark had of course given time for the Outer Disciple to recuperate his wounds wherein which the latter also did not waste by just sitting idly by.

Unspoken and very much secret from all others but themselves.

"Lead the way, Wu Da." Clark instructed after everyone got on board the four flying swords that hovered mere inches from the ground.

"A-at once, Young Master Clark!" The Outer Disciple Wu Da trembled in his speech but aptly covered it with a forced exclamation at the end of his words.

The middle aged man shook in fear as he saw the dark eyes of this monstrous child bore upon his own in a gaze that was bereft of any pity or emotion.

It was akin to looking at his end. An ominous foreboding of doom and so much more wicked premonition that was better left unsaid.

'What has my sect invited into its doors this time?' Wu Da lamented in silence.

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The convoy of flying swords landed in an ancient structure. This was an apt description for the said building because it has stood there for at least 20,000 years already.

But other than the fact that it was old and belonged to the antiquity of time, its appearance could not have painted a more contrasting facade to its otherwise lengthy history.

It looked as new as the day it was built!

There were tens of cultivators around this place and it can be seen from this alone of how frequently visited this particular spot inside the Demonic Sword Sect was.

This was of course the Assessment Pavilion which determined the destiny of the countless disciples within the sect.

They began their journey at cultivation inside this premises and they would only continue to do so in the years that followed.

'What remarkable spiritual energy! At least 50 times compared to that of Nexus City!' Clark inhaled carefully and he could taste the richness of the air in that single drag.

"Should I breathe a little bit deeper for a change?" Clark murmured but immediately got rid of the idea. The vision of a desolated city was still carved freshly on his mind at this moment.

"Right this way, Young Master Clark." Wu Da looked like a tamed sheep in front of our good gamer and he was only too smart to act like this today.

What he witnessed this 4th Stage Mortal Boy do to his colleagues was most certainly not normal in any way, shape or form.

It would need a pretty abnormal cultivator to mimic the same things Young Master Clark did to them earlier.

"Excellent." Clark smiled and was indeed so excited to get this over with.

He had planned to ace the test inside the Assessment Pavilion to get the best treatment available within this Demonic Sword Sect.

But alas, just as he was about to take his second step toward the gates of the archaic construct, an arrogant voice stopped him on his tracks.

"Hey, Wu Da! Leave those two women behind."

"I will personally escort them later myself."

"The rest... throw them out of my sight!"

'Looks like some people don't want to live anymore.' Clark shook his head and turned around to look at his latest prey.

He knew that this event probably happened because of his protagonist's aura but after he noticed the shiny red tag over the man's head, our bored gamer could only sigh in acceptance.

"So be it."