Jeol instantly jumped back, falling into the side of the tent. He found his body crushed under the imnse weight of Lyrian’s bloodlust.
It was too painful and fearso to even speak.
"Gh-argh!" Jeol exclaid as if he were inside so sort of torture chamber.
Since he had almost no cultivation, he took the bloodlust quite badly.
Lyrian had been around stronger kids for so long that he had forgotten the true effects of his full bloodlust on soone else who didn’t have any cultivation.
Jeol felt as though his head could burst at any mont from the pressure.
His skin was so hot that he couldn’t tell whether it was still on his body or lted off already.
Lyrian stopped exerting his bloodlust at that mont.
Jeol gasped in shock, panting heavily.
Fam looked back and forth at Lyrian and Joel, utterly bewildered.
"W-what just happened!?" His shirt was gripped, most likely from being tugged by Jeol as he was trying to escape getting m.
Jeol crawled forward and stood up imdiately, "I don’t know what you just did there... but I’ve made up my mind."
Lyrian gritted his teeth in slight irritation, ’For so reason, my body and mind can’t stand looking at this guy or listening to him talk for even a second longer.’
He began to walk toward the man with furrowed brows.
Jeol continued at that mont, "I’ll kill you... it doesn’t have to be a live body. A body is enough." Jeol maliciously grinned.
’I think I went into a state of shock just then... but I’m fine now.’ Joel surmised what just happened to this, although it was very traumatizing.
Jeol had gone through several such traumatizing occurrences in the past...
Walking 2 feet away from the man, Lyrian grabbed the man’s mouth from his cheeks, pulling Jeol’s head down toward him.
Jeol’s body bent over as he faced Lyrian with a shocked expression on his face.
He couldn’t speak but thought to himself, ’How the hell is he so strong!?’ His heart began to beat louder now.
"Foul. Everything and everyone within this sect is truly foul, from the masters to the slaves." Lyrian’s words were uttered with sheer disgust, his cold eyes glimring with disdain.
"The more I stay here, the more I want to tear it down."
Jeol gazed into Lyrian’s heartless yet fierce eyes at that mont, as his own eyelids began to widen.
’This kid... he’s strong.’ Shivers ran up his spine as all of his hair stood on end.
At that mont, he felt Lyrian’s grip on his jaw begins to get tighter.
"Mm! Mmhpm!!" He couldn’t speak but he tried to. He reached for Lyrian’s hand with both of his, trying to pry it away from his face.
However, it was like trying to remove a tree from the ground. Jeol didn’t feel even a milliter of movent.
"Die... trash."
*Pop*
At that mont, Joel’s jaw suddenly exploded under the pressure.
His bones, cracking into several pieces, shot out in different directions, pulling and tearing through his skin.
Lyrian let go, as Jeol scread at the top of his lungs in agony, "ARRGHHHAAA!" He fell back, his pupils running all around his eyeball as if to escape the pain, but only to find that it was trapped.
Bits and pieces of his jaw hung from crushed pieces of skin still on his face.
Blood poured out as if he was vomiting it out.
Fam couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His breathing was ragged and shaky, and his eyes hadn’t blinked once during the duration of all of this.
*Ziiiip*
The tent door flap suddenly opened, revealing two n whom Lyrian had seen before who hurriedly entered inside.
"W-what happened master Jeol!?" They said, looking worried.
They seed to be quite young, so Lyrian knew that Joel had most likely done the sa thing with them.
One of his upper cheeks pulled up, nearly closing his eyes. He was disgusted and also annoyed that he had to face this situation.
’I was going to learn as much as I can about this place before I moved on to the servant sect, but I feel like destroying the whole damn place instead. I’ve made up my mind... I’ll co back to rescue the slaves who need to be rescued after I’m strong enough to do so. I’ll move up the ranks first...’
The two n who entered looked at the situation. They saw the state of Jeol’s jaw and how he was whimpering in the corner.
They also saw Lyrian’s bloody hand and his angry gaze.
They couldn’t believe it, but they had to at this mont. Without much hesitation, they jumped the kid.
Lyrian Enhanced his fist,
*Bang*
He punched the first guy in the face. The force of the blow instantly exploded his head down to the upper part of his torso and splattered it all against the back wall of the tent.
The other pissed his pants as he saw this, but he was already too far in to get out now.
Lyrian didn’t hesitate to punch him in the stomach and do the sa to him.
Both of these bodies thumped onto the ground out at the sa ti, as Lyrian turned and began walking toward Jeol.
(Author note, from now on * = slightly hard to understand. Lyrian will still fluently understand even battered language due to Gear, but it will sound off to others.)
*Sp-spare .*
"Shut the fuck up." Lyrian didn’t waste even a second to reply, Enhancing his fist.
As he backed further into the wall of the tent, Jeol began to desperately give his final spiel.
*When I first entered this place, this also happened to . I was molested day in and day out by multiple people. I’m only a product of my environnt... I wish I could be normal but I can--*
Jeol was abruptly cut off by Lyrian, who frankly didn’t give a shit about what he was talking about.
"The sa blabbering again..." He said in a cold tone.
Jeol gasped in shock, choking on his blood. What stood in front of him was truly the devil.
He knew of his actions, but for soone to be so cold-hearted was a shock to even him.
Lyrian stood over him and stood, gazing at him from above.
Joel felt his heart pound out of his chest. The reality of death had finally struck him.
"Listen closely... I don’t give a fuck if you’re a product of your environnt, or whatever you are. Trash like you doesn’t deserve the freedom to live life. You don’t deserve a chance."
With this, Sol punched Jeol’s head with force. The impact was enough to tear the entire tent out from the ground nails and fling it into the air.
Jeol’s head splattered over 100 feet out into the air.
A chunk of brain even landed on a sleeping guard on a post.
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