Chapter 687: Bitter Truths 3

Chapter 687: Bitter Truths 3

Chapter 687: Bitter Truths 3

To Felicie’s words and seeming observation, Zeras could only keep quiet. Were her words wrong at all? Was life worth anything in the upper realms?

The only safe guarantee that a person possessed was coming from a powerful family, possessing a powerful background, or possessing powerful strength.

If any of this is missing, then one’s life is even more worthless than an ant, and even the people who possessed those are still not completely safe.

They can be killed too, by psychos who care not about their backgrounds or personal strength.

The cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world, and even Zeras couldn’t exclude himself from it.

He had killed those guards the instant they prevented him from entering, without giving it much thought at all.

His reasoning was simple, the same for every cultivator: Every obstacle in their way must be cut down sharply and swiftly with no mercy. Therefore, he had shown no mercy, nor would the guards have if they had been in his shoes.

“Those guards that died, it’s your fault they are gone,” Felicie suddenly said as Zeras slowly turned his gaze to her.

“Huh?”

“They could have wives, or sons, or people that cared for them. Yet you sliced your sword through their necks, uncaringly, and with unperturbed eyes, almost like you were cleaving through vegetables.

You... you look like a devil. A wicked and bloodthirsty devil,” Felicie said as Zeras looked at her blankly for some seconds before he burst into loud laughter.

But currently, they were calm and settled. And what would happen if they suddenly became turbid was left to her imagination.

“And for the fact of it. I’m not a human at all. I lost that name a really long time ago. Even a devil will pale in comparison to what I really am. So if you have any naive thoughts about how I should act or who I should be, or whatever it is in that little skull of yours, get them out quick and let them go.

I can be nice to you in a second, accepting of your ideas, and your boring wishes, and in the next, I will be sinking my claws into the back of your neck, with the most devilish smile you have ever seen, watching as your insignificant life fades away into nothing.

Between you and I, there is nothing but the deal. I hope that sinks in well...” Zeras said to her, calming down his urge to end this stupidity right here and now, and once more, he released his fingers around her jaw, backing away.

About to move back to his seat, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the door, and instead, he continued straight for the exit.

“Never leave this room...” The simple order rang through the place, loud and clear, followed by the sound of the door shutting closed with a loud bang.

THUMP.

The wooden ground creaked as Felicie collapsed to the ground at the release of the sudden pressure.

It was like a person who had an entire mountain weighing more than thousands of pounds thrown on their shoulder but suddenly had the mountain on their shoulder turned to wool.

The peace and relaxation that come from it were something enough to die for, even though that never stopped the beating heart that threatened to jump out of Felicie’s rib cage.

A brief silence overcame her, unable to know what next to do or think, but her body reacted, pushing her legs close to her chest and folding her body over them.

“I... I’m sorry...”