Chapter 178 Ruthless Traitor?

Chapter 178 Ruthless Traitor?

Chapter 178

It was not that Oliver was looking at the man's aged face, but at what he had in his hands.

In his right hand was Alphonso, who was being dragged by his neck, and in his left hand was Amber, who was being dragged along by her hair.

Oliver's heart sank, his mind racing as he took in their brutalized forms. Oliver's pupils shook slightly as his heart raced faster and faster with every passing second, looking at their state.

They were riddled with deep wounds all over their bodies. Their hands and legs were covered in purple bruises, and Alphonso's face was almost ruined with deep gashes.

Alphonso was unconscious while Amber was letting out pitiful sobs, being dragged along by the man who held her by her hair tightly.

The man, looking at Oliver's face, grinned as he stretched his hand, pulling Amber's hair more tightly, making her cry out loud.

The man's grin widened, reveling in her pain, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying her cries as he didn't loosen his grip in the slightest.

"How's it? What do you feel? Are you angry?" the old man raised his head and asked.

Oliver remained calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil, raging with intense emotions.

"Tch, tch... not a sliver of change?" the short man said, "Are all of you lot from Mystic Purge Clan born without a heart?"

Oliver did not say anything; he knew better than to ask the man to stop. The short man would only do it more and worse the more he tried to ask or threaten him, so he did not say anything and maintained a poker face.

"Here is your friend screaming out her lungs, and yet you look so heartless. Not a change in expression? I say this: you all from the Mystic Purge Clan do not care about anything other than power? Quite the demons you are yourselves, yet calling yourselves exorcists? What a joke!"

The man laughed as he mocked the clan. Oliver could feel that this man did not care about the clans at all and bore particular hatred towards his clan.

"Here this old man was expecting to see great expressions on your face using your friends here, but it seems I made a mistake... even their children are just as insane as them, huh." The man clicked his tongue.

Oliver maintained his calm eyes as he looked at Amber crying more and more while the old man kept adjusting his grip on her hair, torturing her more and more.

He noticed how she was having difficulty raising her arms, suspecting that he had broken them or paralyzed her.

She tried to adjust her position to lessen the pain somehow, but the old man didn't give her any leeway.

Oliver's eyes turned deadly when he saw the smile on the old man's face. However, the old man had yet to notice this change.

His gaze hardened, suspicion evident as he studied Oliver's composed demeanor. His eyes turned sinister as he gazed at the calm Oliver and asked, "What did you do to her, boy?"

Oliver seemed unfazed by the dense killing intent that emerged from the old man towards him.

Instead, he spoke something else, completely unrelated to anything.

"You seem to have some history with the Mystic Purge Clan."

The old man's mocking expression crumpled when he heard his words before the grin on his face disappeared.

Seeing this, Oliver further said, "Did the exorcists of my clan beat your old bones to death?"

The old man's eyes contained a ferocious glint when he heard this.

But before he could say anything, Oliver further added, as if saying to himself.

"Doubtful. Had you encountered an official clan member, with your measly strength, you would not have escaped to live."

At this moment, the old man's eyes were bloodshot as he heard Oliver's provocative sentences.

"Then this could only mean that you were defeated by a trainee, an unofficial member, one of the weakest in the clan." Oliver finally concluded and glanced at the old man, only to see the latter shaking in anger with red, angry eyes.

"This condescending tone... with that expressionless face, you are indeed the heir of the Mystic Purge Clan. Indeed, long ago, I was humiliated by one of your kin. But today, I will pay back the humiliation tenfold!"

The old man threw Amber and Alphonso with force, sending them crashing to the sides, which made Oliver heave a sigh of relief secretly.

He had managed to distract the old man completely from the two.

Now they were face-to-face. He could tell that the old man was stronger than the woman but was very cautious; he was hiding his aura as much as he could.

"Today, I will cut off your head, take it out, and sacrifice your blood to demons. Only then will my revenge be considered complete."

The old man said in a hoarse voice as he drew out a thin and sharp sword from his storage bracelet.

Oliver became alert as he felt a sense of danger from the old man, but upon closer look, he found out that the old man had a few openings in his stance.

Yet a heavy, inexplicable sense of foreboding settled in his chest. He could easily exploit those openings if they clashed, but for some reason, his chest grew heavy.

'So then what is this sense of crisis?'

He could not help but feel suspicious about the confidence the old man had when facing him with his level of sword skills.