Chapter 622: Calm Yet Deadly...

Chapter 622: Calm Yet Deadly...

Chapter 622: Calm Yet Deadly...

FREEZE.

The entire world seemed to have halted to a stop as a deep-frozen aura covered the area behind Meng Qi. In the next instant, a gigantic phantom of a female snow deity formed behind her.

Immediately, the deity slowly moved both her hands, wrapping her fingers into each other and placing them in front of Meng Qi like a mother trying to protect her child. Finally, the silvery sea smashed against the hands of ice, causing a massive eruption of energy that drowned the entire area. A storm of air violently pierced into the sky.

Slowly, the dust calmed down, yet Meng Qi’s face changed wildly when she heard Zeras’s whisper resounding from the smoke screen...

“Star Breathing Art: Fourth Form. Recompense of the Stars...”

Stretching his sword towards her through the smoke screen, Zeras took a single step forward. The ground beneath him shuddered as if a colossal titan, and then...

STAB.

STAB.

STAB.

He stabbed the air in front of him a total of three times, and what followed...

Slowly turning to look at Grand Elder Celestine, he could strangely see that even though he had just grievously injured her disciple, she had not even a single change in her expression. Her previous mocking sneer had been wiped from her face, and she simply had a listless expression as she looked at him. Zeras’s emotionless face was broken, as a grin widened on his lips...

A grin so big and devilish that the grand elder’s expression massively changed...

“If you had sobered up because of your disciple’s injury, I would have looked down on you, and you wouldn’t even be on my list of people I bother to look at. But you have not a single change in expression at all, even though I can see your rage wanting to billow out of your chest. Nice, really nice, but it won’t be easy, if not impossible...” Zeras mused under his breath as Grand Elder Celestine’s eyes flashed.

‘He understands that I have finally planned to kill him with just a single gaze. Zeras is not normal, and maybe I have underestimated him.’

“I see the blood of the past disciples on this ground. I can sense their roars of pain, their screams, and their will for revenge...” Zeras suddenly called out as he bent to the ground, and his hands grazed past the blood once more. “The next disciple that fights me now will be paid as a sacrifice to the wants of these disciples. I will show absolutely no mercy and will aim for one thing: to bleed all of their blood and paint it on this battle stage...” Zeras mused, and immediately, a figure slowly rose up from the inner sect seat area.

“Your pride irks my soul!” His voice, calm yet deadly, reverberated through the entire arena as he slowly walked towards Zeras, a step at a time, instead of outright jumping down like the others.

He had long, dark hair, some of it spraying down his face while some was tied up behind him. Under the shade of his hair was a deep crimson point coming from the place where his eyes ought to be...

“You talk so loudly as if you’re some pure hero who has never committed a sin before, and you praise those who overestimate their strength as being warriors!? How stupid and nauseating!” the figure declared as he slowly walked downwards and came to stand opposite Zeras. “I will drain every last drop of your blood instead and use it to remind the so-called warriors that the only true warriors are those who know how to adapt and keep breathing instead of dying pathetically before a thousand eyes...”

“Is that! Is that!!!?” A disciple struggled to say before he suddenly collapsed in his seat and then fainted.

“A...A..Asura Hyakimaru!!!”