953 Divine Stage. *BOOM*
A loud explosion was heard. The giant and magnificent gates of the Skythorn Falcon City’s City Manor were smashed into smithereens. The Culprit was Valkin Canine, a Peak Saint Stage Catkin.
The Catkin stepped onto the broken piece of the door as he walked into the City Manor boldly.
Behind him, were 3 more Catkins who walked into the enemy territory without any fear on their faces.
“WHO DARES!?”
Sheba, a Peak Saint Stage Falconkin shouted as he, along with 27 more Saint Stage Cultivators appeared in front of these 4 Catkins.
However, even with 28 Falconkins surrounding them, there was not even a single trace of fear on any of the Catkins’ faces. They just looked at the Falconkins as if they were looking at dead people.
Seeing their attitudes, the Falconkins frowned in confusion.
Were they trying to be brave or something?
But that was outright foolish. The other Falconkins who were behind these 28 Saints were frowning in confusion as well. Some even started mocking the Catkins.
However, the close aides of Prima, the 4 Peak Saint Stage Cultivators who were left behind and knew everything had different expressions on their faces.
Especially Sheba,
His eyes fell on the white-haired woman and,
“You are alive,” Sheba commented.
“Surprised?” Rune stepped forward and spoke with a slight smile on her face. The air of confidence around her as she stood in front of a Peak Saint, an existence who could defeat her with his eyes closed was surprising.
Sheba, however, didn’t do anything. With the Catkins barging into the City Manor like this, he had a rough idea of the situation, especially as he glanced at the white-
haired man.
“You betrayed us.”
“You betray those who are your allies, don’t act like you were my brother’s ally.” Rune, like a protective big sister stepped in front of her brother and spoke with a cold look on her face.
“Heh, not allies? Are you sure about that?” Sheba chuckled. It was as if he was looking down on Rune for being so ignorant.
Of course, Rune didn’t care about what he was thinking, rather, she just smiled back and, “Why do you think we are here?”
Looking at her smile, Sheba narrowed his eyes.
“Haaah!? I know what you are here for!
You are here to di-”
Another hot-blooded Falconkin spoke up. He didn’t know what was happening and neither did he care, these 4 bastards dared to walk into the City Manor, they had to die.
However, just as the hotblooded Falconkin extended his arm and tried to attack Rune,
*Burst*
His Body burst into blood puddle.
“!!!”
Sheba and the rest of the Falconkins widened their eyes in horror. The Hotblooded Falconkin died and he didn’t even get the chance to scream. It was a quick, merciless death, heck, there wasn’t even the body left.
The only thing left of the man was the Blood puddle that was on the ground.
“…”
Absolute Silence fell over the place.
The man who just died was one of the 28 Saint Stage Cultivators who had ‘surrounded’ the 4 Catkins, even if he was merely an Initial Stage Saint, the fact that he died so easily and so quickly that none of the beings here managed to react in time…
This was something any cultivator could do…
A Divine Stage Cultivator…
A foreboding feeling washed over Sheba.
*Thud*
Then, suddenly, an object was thrown on the floor by someone unknown…
It was a round object that was still rolling on the ground, however, when the ‘object’ finally stopped rolling,
All the Falconkins who saw what the ‘object’ was widened their eyes in absolute horror. Their bodies froze in fear as deafening silence fell over the place.
“L-L-Lord P-Prima…”
Sheba stuttered, his face had lost all his color and his previous calm disposition was nowhere to be seen.
And how could he possibly be calm in this situation?
That ‘object’ that was thrown away like some kind of trash was the severed head of the Strongest Cultivator of their City, the City Lord, Prima Skythorn.
“I don’t think there is any need for further explanation, right?”
Rune spoke as she glanced at Sheba.
“…”
Sheba, however, was in no position to answer.
“LORD!!”
Suddenly, a woman’s scream was heard. She was one of Prima’s 6 wives, Iris Skythorn. A woman who gave her entire life to Prima. Seeing his head right in front of her eyes, she quickly rushed forward, however, Rune simply waved her hand.
Mana in the surrounding moved and,
“Aaagghhh!!”
Iris’s body was thrown away.
“I didn’t allow you to act without my permission,” Rune spoke with a cold look on her face.
“Lord Prima!!”
Iris shouted, her face covered with tears and snort, however, the Saint Stage Cultivators around her held her, not allowing her to rush towards Prima’s head. A Semi Saint like her couldn’t possibly resist, in the end, she simply passed out as one of the Saint Stage Falconkin attacked the back of her neck.
“Alright, I do not have time for all this.”
Suddenly, a voice was heard.
*Step*
Then, a man with no aura stepped forward.
When the Falconkins glanced at the man, they all stepped back in fear,
It was Oberon Feline.
Suddenly, Oberon took out a paper and passed it to Sheba without saying anything. Sheba caught the contract and reading its content, his eyes reddened in anger,
“What type of conditions are these!? Are you planning on crippling us for the next 100,000 years!? You might as well just kill us!” Sheba shouted in anger.
“I do not mind that,” Oberon replied with a calm look on his face.
Cold sweat appeared on Sheba’s forehead.
He knew this man could very well do what he just said. Yes, they outnumbered them, currently, they had 28 Saints, and more than 100,000 other cultivators who can fight, however,
In front of a Divine Stage Cultivator, none of that mattered.
The Divine Stage wasn’t called the Fourth Phase of Cultivation without any reason, Divine Stage Cultivators were extremely strong. Numbers never mattered to them. There was a reason why Prima had to move himself even though they had already planned to weaken Oberon using Blackheart. There was a reason why Oberon moved himself even though Prima had taken attacks from 15 Arcane Missiles head-on and was extremely weakened.
A Saint could be defeated by many Semi Saints, the same could be said for other stages, however, under no condition, can a Divine Stage Cultivator lose against someone who was not a Divine Stage Cultivator.
Even a Complete Peak Saint Stage Cultivator could not defeat an incomplete Divine Stage Cultivator.
That was just how strong the Divine Stage was.
“Shall we move to the City Treasury then?”
Oberon questioned and Sheba… he had no choice but to grit his teeth.
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