Chapter 391: Killing Late Stage Domain Masters like Bugs

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Killing Late Stage Domain Masters like Bugs

Chapter 391: Killing Late Stage Domain Masters like Bugs

The five grey-robed assassins hovered in the air, their combined late-stage Domain Master auras completely sealing off the surrounding space.

The crushing pressure rolling off their bodies was so overwhelmingly dense that Karsten and the surviving mercenaries instantly fell to their knees.

Their faces turned ghastly white, their bodies shivering in terror.

They had barely survived the hell of the Sunless Umbral Basin, only to be intercepted by these bloodthirsty men!

But standing at the very forefront, Rhain and Lyra were completely unfazed.

They didn’t even flinch.

In fact, Rhain looked at the five late-stage Domain Masters, and he chuckled darkly.

"I had almost forgotten about you dogs," Rhain murmured, a chilling light flashing deep within his dark grey eyes. "It is good that you delivered yourselves to me today. I still need to take back what I owe you."

Lyra crossed her arms beneath her chest, her crimson eyes glaring at the assassins with disdain.

"I was actually in a very good mood today," Lyra sneered. "I really didn’t want to kill anyone. But looking at your ugly faces right now... I just cannot wait to tear you all into pieces."

The five elite royal assassins were utterly stunned.

For a moment, they almost doubted their own hearing.

As exalted late-stage Domain Masters, they were feared and respected wherever they went in the Solathane Dynasty. Even regional Patriarchs had to bow their heads before them.

Yet, these two youths were looking at them as if they were nothing more than insignificant bugs!

Why weren’t they trembling with fear?

The 8th-level Commander’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

Then, he threw his head back and let out a harsh, mocking laugh.

"Hahaha! I see it now!" the Commander sneered contemptuously. "If you think that old trick you played last time will work on us again, then you are completely fools! We are not going to group up and let you reflect our attacks with your artifact!"

The Commander raised his hand, gesturing firmly to Veydris and the other three assassins.

"Stay behind!" the Commander ordered strictly. "I will handle him myself. Do not step forward and give him the chance to use his strange artifact again!"

Veydris and the other three assassins nodded, immediately retreating a few dozen feet backward to maintain a safe distance.

"Your little tricks end here, boy!"

BOOM—!!!

The Commander exploded forward.

His 8th-level Domain Master aura erupted with beastly ferocity, and he drew his blade, pouring every single drop of his vast essence into the weapon.

"Emperor-Grade Martial Art: Desolate Heaven Slash!"

He unleashed one of the Emperor grade martial art of the Royal Family.

The space around his blade fractured, radiating a destructive might that was without a doubt comparable to the desperate red lightning beam fired by the Level 8 giant eagle!

If it were the Rhain from three months ago, facing this all-out execution strike would have been impossible without relying on the Monarch’s Bell or the reflection mirror.

But this time, Rhain simply stood still.

The charging Commander was extremely vigilant.

His eyes darted frantically, constantly looking for any suspicious movement, fully expecting Rhain to pull out a life-saving artifact again to save his life.

He was ready to end Rhain’s life before he could play out his trick again.

But Rhain didn’t move an inch.

He waited until the catastrophic blade of essence was mere inches away from his face.

And then, that ’suspicious move’ finally happened.

Rhain simply raised his right fist.

A highly compressed, swirling vortex of pitch-black essence gathered around his bare knuckles.

He threw a bare punch directly into the descending blade.

The assassins standing behind were all dumbfounded.

This guy must have gone mad in the Sunless Umbral Basin, he actually dared to try and withstand the full-force attack of an 8th-level Domain Master with his bare body and bare fists?!

It was simply suicide!

But the very next second, reality shattered their comprehension.

BANG—!!!

The two attacks collided.

A deafening explosion ripped across the desolate wasteland.

Rhain’s simple, dark-essence-coated punch didn’t just block the attack.

It completely and utterly shattered the Commander’s all-out Emperor-Grade martial art into a million dissipating sparks of light!

The remaining kinetic force of the punch traveled straight through the weapon and directly into the Commander’s arm.

CRACK!

The sickening sound of bones snapping into powder echoed clearly. The Commander’s entire arm was obliterated.

"GAAAAH!"

The 8th-level Domain Master was launched dozens of feet into the sky like a broken ragdoll, flying backward with such velocity that he crashed into the distant rocky ridges, immediately falling unconscious.

The four remaining assassins were paralyzed with terror.

Their invincible 8th-level Commander had been swatted down like a fly!

Rhain didn’t even spare a glance at the fallen Commander. He turned his head slightly toward Lyra.

"Two for you. Two for me," Rhain stated, but he then pointed a finger directly at Veydris. "Leave that man for me."

Lyra’s lips curled into a fierce smirk. Her own fighting spirit had ignited.

"Let’s see who finishes them first," she challenged.

Swoosh—!

Rhain launched himself straight into the the two men, diving directly toward Veydris and the other 7th-stage Domain Master.

"YOU BASTARD! DIE!"

The two 7th-stage Domain Masters were completely furious. Driven by the panic of seeing their Commander fall, they roared and attacked Rhain simultaneously with everything they had.

But their efforts were entirely futile.

Rhain materialized in front of the first assassin and threw a casual punch.

BOOM—!!!

The 7th-stage Domain Master didn’t even have time to scream. His entire body exploded into a mist of blood, killed instantly with just one hit.

Rhain then turned his chilling gaze toward Veydris.

Instead of killing him instantly, Rhain delivered a sweeping kick to his ribs.

CRACK!

Veydris’s bones shattered, and he was driven brutally into the ground, coughing up chunks of his own internal organs, left in a crippled, half-dead state.

On the other side of the battlefield, Lyra was just as ruthless.

"Domain of Heavenly Retribution!"

WHOOSH—!!!

A bloody domain of slaughter expanded outward.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Hundreds of glowing crimson rapiers materialized in the sky and shot downward like a torrential rain of divine punishment.

The two late-stage Domain Masters desperately tried to raise their barriers, but they were effortlessly pierced.

"AARRRGGGHHH!"

The two assassins were brutally pinned to the ground, their bodies skewered by nearly a hundred blazing blades each.

They were dead beyond dead.

Down in the dirt, Veydris coughed up mouthfuls of pitch-black blood.

He was horrified.

His eyes darted wildly, looking at the pulverized corpses of his comrades and the unconscious body of his Commander.

He looked up at the dark-robed youth walking slowly toward him, and all of his imperial pride shattered.

"P-Please!" Veydris begged frantically, dragging his broken body backward. He began to desperately kowtow, slamming his forehead against the dirt. "Spare me! I will be your slave! I swear a Heavenly Vow right now! Please, I was just doing this on orders! I have no personal grudge against you!"

Rhain stopped directly in front of Veydris.

His dark grey eyes were devoid of all human emotion.

Rhain slowly raised his hand and pointed a finger directly at his own heart.

"Do you still remember," Rhain spoke, his voice as cold as a burial vault, "when you pierced me right here?"

Veydris’s entire body shivered violently.

He remembered it perfectly.

"I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just following my orders!" Veydris wept, kowtowing even harder until his forehead bled. "Have mercy!"

BANG!

Rhain ruthlessly kicked Veydris in the chest, flipping the half-dead Domain Master onto his back.

"The physical wound hurt," Rhain stated, staring down at the miserable man. "But what hurt me more... was seeing my Seris in that lifeless state, as if she had completely lost her will to live because of what you did."

A murderous demonic light ignited deep within Rhain’s pupils.

"I vowed that day that I would kill you. And I promised myself... it would not be an easy death."

Rhain planted his heavy boot firmly against Veydris’s shattered chest, pinning the screaming man to the ground.

He turned his head slightly, looking at Lyra and the trembling mercenaries.

"Step back," Rhain commanded strictly. "Get some distance."

Although Lyra didn’t know what he was planning to do, she saw the dangerous look in his eyes.

She obediently retreated backward, along with Karsten and the terrified mercenaries.

Once they were at a safe distance, Rhain slowly raised his right palm.

Fwoosh—!!!

A terrifying flame began to gather in the center of his hand.

But it was not the majestic, blood-red Red Tribulations Heavenly Flame they were accustomed to seeing.

It was a flame that radiated a blinding crimson-gold brilliance.

Saint-Grade: Red Tribulations Nirvana Flame!

The moment the crimson-gold fire ignited, the temperature in the desolate wasteland skyrocketed to an unbearable degree.

Karsten and the mercenaries felt their skin blistering just from standing dozens of feet away.

"RUN!" Karsten shrieked, forcing his men to flee even further back.

Even Lyra’s breathtaking face turned pale.

She gritted her teeth, forcefully unleashing her own True Heavenly Flame just to bear the suffocating, incinerating pressure radiating from Rhain’s palm!

Beneath Rhain’s boot, Veydris, a level 7 Domain Master shrieked in agony just from the proximity of the flame.

"No... NO! PLEASE!" Veydris screamed, his skin already beginning to blister and melt.

Rhain looked down at him with eyes as cold as absolute zero.

"You should be proud," Rhain stated chillingly. "You are the very first person to die under my Nirvana Flame."