Just when he turned his head towards the direction of the sky, he felt a knife stabbing in his back.
The knife was clearly headed to make as much damage as possible, it went right through his left kidney, headed towards his inner organs.
It was a truly painful and dangerous stab.
But he didn't care about that now, so mustering his last drops of strength, the Royalist's leader turned around on his left, and using his left hand, he grabbed the guy by the throat.
His claws were still out and got stuck on his neck.
Even if that guy didn't die from the lack of air, he would surely die by the damage of those claws.
No matter how much that guy struggled, no matter how much his body shivered, no matter how much he seed to want to say sothing, the Royalist's group leader, never released his throat.
He just watched him do all that, while he didn't even let him breathe one more molecule of oxygen.
When the guy in his hands took that last breath and died, his adrenaline and Qi started to wear off. He started to feel the pain get back to him, and his strength leaves his body.
He was in a miserable state, he couldn't even take his claws back from the neck of his victim.
The hyena who was still covered in warm blood, that seed to be more like a blood-red suit, the hyena who sent so many clones to the Yellow River, couldn't even move a muscle anymore.
But in these last monts of his life, the surroundings started to change. It wasn't more like a change, but like the curtains were opening in front of him, to show him a different reality.
The smoke and the fog were still there, but the sight completely changed at this mont.
Down on the ground weren't those clones of that mysterious guy anymore, but the fragnts of the cultivators that had co here to kill him.
There were even fragnts of the bodies, of the cultivators that were part of his group. People he had known for a long ti, and people he had known for a brief mont.
The place was still bloody red, in so places the blood was flowing in streamlets, towards a hole or a relatively lower place, and form small lakes of blood.
It didn't seem like a place near the lake anymore but more like a butcher house.
There were body parts all over the place.
Heads with closed eyes, heads with open eyes.
Eyes that showed regret, eyes that showed fear, eyes that showed helplessness.
Seeing all this the Royalist's leader was stun shocked. He couldn't make sense of this new lookout of this place.
He couldn't make sense of what had happened in this place.
Then unconsciously slowly, with the left drops of strength he had left, he turned his head towards the neck where his claws were stuck.
Seeing that face he knew so well, that face he had seen so many tis, his heart stopped beating.
He died with a face of wonder and regret.
His claws were stuck in the neck of his best friend. They had been together through thick and thin, but now he had killed his own best friend, with his own claws.
Everything had gone wrong tonight for him.
He had co here to complete a mission and kill a powerful person, but in the end, he had turned into the killer of his friends and group.
No matter how much he could have regretted his actions, and all that happened, there was no dicine for regret.
The only thing he could do was to let one last tear leave his eye to fall down.
In that small last tear were included all his feelings, regret, and power.
Just as that tear fell from his chin, it imdiately crystallized and was about to fall on the ground, when it stopped in midair, like an invisible hand was holding it there, not letting it fall on the ground.
And a mont later that tear disappeared into the night like it never existed.
At this mont powerful explosion noises were heard in the midst of the smoke and clouds.
'Banggg, Booommm, Clanggg, Boooommmm'
It was like a festival of lights, noises, and explosions.
At this mont Tianlong Yun couldn't approach that battlefield, because he was weak. At the mont he was like an ant in front of them.
The smallest attack wave could leave him with serious injuries, so approaching that battlefield was a big no, for him.
But that didn't an that he didn't want to see it, or that he would just let it happen and continue like that.
No, of course not.
He had already made the preparations about the end of that powerful battle. Even though he couldn't see what was happening, he already knew the outco.
It was precisely because of this that he didn't even bother to approach that place.
But while he was happily waiting for the end of this battle and this night, three people had green faces of regret that they never thought they could have.
Until now, almost all of their underlings were lying down on the ground, fragnted, and cut into pieces.
Blood was flowing like streamlets, and they didn't even manage to catch a glimpse of that mysterious guy.
The worst thing was that it looked like he didn't even move a finger until now, or even make an appearance, and yet all their underlings were dead.
With the exception of those two idiots, still fighting it out.
They had no idea that all this fight was being watched, and there was not a chance for them to keep their loot, even if they won the fight.
While that loot was precious, none of their organizations had any plan to participate in a war with the other.
Especially with the tensed situation at the mont, where all of them were waiting for the right mont to attack, and rule the Planet.
But sotis human greed surpasses reason, nobody cares for high goals when sothing shiny is in front of his eyes.
As for the slaughter and massacre in the lower area, none of them had even the smallest idea of how this happened.
Old Luo tried to pass it off as a fit of montary anger and rage after what happened, and in the right because he was stolen off the treasure of his organization.
He had been sowhat pleased with those actions when his servant first started killing their opponents, after all, it was a good stress relief.
But, then seeing him kill even his own underlings and friends he was shocked and didn't know what to think anymore.
Could it be possible that his instincts had taken over him?
Or did he use so kind of drug that took away his reason?
No matter what it was, it didn't explain the fact why he looked so angry killing them.
None of them could make sense of what was happening.
It was at this mont that their communication tools got activated remotely and they heard,
Coms:" How did you like the show until now Gentlen?
Our guests here at 'the Mansion' loved it. They are even now cheering seeing the dead bodies."
Hearing those words, the three Master were stunned they never expected such a turn of events, they could not beco the target of the cultivation world.
No matter how much, or how less they had seen, those people needed to get disposed of. But the thing is there were too many of them.
And they still couldn't enter inside this place, while not knowing where that guy was, and what his real strength was.
At the end of the day, the underlings they had sent were supposedly just scouts for that guy to reveal his power.
If they thought they could take him down, then they would join the fight, but until now they knew nothing of his power.
The unknown creates the biggest fear into soone's mind that was why they couldn't step forward and try to finish what they started.
Afraid of his power and afraid of his retaliation they didn't dare to step forward.
Perhaps he still had inhibition towards them, as they were representatives of big powers, but if they attacked then who would stay still and await his own death.
Even a small rat would cause a ruckus just to escape with his life, not to ntion soone who could be even more powerful than anyone of them, or even all three of them at the sa ti.
There was only one way out of this that made them able to escape.
Declare that all that happened were the doings of their servants without their notice, and banish them from their organizations, while placing a bounty on them.
While they were thinking like this, that voice spoke once again,
Coms:" You better vanish from this place if you don't want to face my rage. I am letting you leave alive because I don't want to spoil my wife's disciple efforts.
But if you try to test once again, then this will be just the beginning.
Just to show you I am not kidding you better look under your feet!"
With that said the communication tools once again turned off.
Curious at this voice's last statent they looked down almost at the sa ti, under their feet where placed three white chrysanthemums.
One for each of them.
This was truly shocking, how was it possible that that guy had co so close to them, and without even one of them noticing, he had placed those three flowers under their feet.
But that wasn't the most important thing, the most important thing was that those white chrysanthemums were a symbol of death.
His ssage was clear, 'if not for not wanting troubles you would be dead'.
And while they were still shocked, about how this had happened, suddenly
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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