Sign-In System: Starting With Invincible Physique

Chapter 54: No Mercy

Rhain slowly pulled his heavy boot back, leaving Vargas’s mangled corpse lying in a pool of dark blood.

He unhurriedly lifted his head.

His dark grey irises bypassed the ongoing chaos in the hall, locking entirely onto one specific figure cowering in the distance.

Valerius Krath.

The moment Rhain’s emotionless gaze landed on him, the self-proclaimed number one genius of Greymist Town felt his soul nearly leave his body.

Byron was dead. Drask was dead. Even the infamous Vargas had been stomped to death like a helpless insect.

Valerius’s legs turned to jelly.

He scrambled backward, hopelessly trying to put distance between himself and the dark-robed reaper.

"Stay away!" Valerius screamed.

His previous arrogance was completely shattered. "If you touch me, my father will kill you! He will tear you limb from limb! Stay back!"

Hearing Valerius’s desperate, panicked shrieks, Vespera, who was currently locked in a fierce duel with Roderick, turned her head.

When she saw Rhain walking step by step toward Valerius, her face became ghastly pale.

"Stop!" Vespera shrieked in dismay.

Completely abandoning her defense, she desperately tried to disengage and lunge toward Rhain to protect her young master.

But turning her back on an expert at the ninth level of the Essence Condensation Realm was a fatal mistake.

Roderick’s hawkish eyes flashed with ruthless killing intent.

"Where are you looking?!" Roderick roared.

He gripped the hilt of his broadsword with both hands and mercilessly slashed forward.

"Ahhh!"

Vespera let out a scream as the heavy blade tore a deep, grisly gash diagonally across her back.

She crashed to the stone floor, coughing up massive mouthfuls of blood, paralyzed and unable to stand again.

Rhain didn’t even spare a glance at her.

He walked step by step towards Valerius.

The feeling of impending death completely broke his mind.

Thud.

He dropped heavily to his knees.

"Please!" Valerius begged, tears and snot streaming down his pale face. "Don’t kill me! I was wrong! I was blind! ! I swear I will never cross you again! Please!"

Rhain stopped half a pace in front of him.

He looked down at the kneeling, shivering Valerius, the corners of his lips slowly curling into a chilling smile.

"How funny," Rhain said mockingly, without a shred of any sympathy. "Someone was asking me to kneel down just a while ago, and be his dog to save my life."

"What was his name again?"

Valerius trembled so violently his teeth chattered.

"I was a fool! I am trash! I am the dog!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Valerius hysterically began to knock his head against the solid stone floor, kowtowing with such frantic force that blood quickly pooled beneath his forehead.

"Please spare my dog life!"

Rhain’s expression remained utterly indifferent.

He casually raised his boot and kicked forward.

BANG!

The casual strike launched Valerius off the ground, and heavily slammed against a stone pillar.

Valerius slumped to the floor, blood pouring from his mouth and nose.

Several of his bones had shattered on impact.

Lying in a pool of her own blood a dozen paces away, Vespera witnessed the scene.

"Roderick, stop him!" Vespera screamed hysterically. "If Valerius dies, Dorian will go entirely insane! He will not just destroy the Azure Cloud Sect! He will slaughter your entire Graves family! You will all die!"

"Shut up!" Roderick stepped forward and pointed the tip of his broadsword directly at Vespera’s throat.

But beneath his furious exterior, a heavy layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

He knew exactly what Vespera said was true.

If Dorian’s only son was slaughtered here, the man’s wrath would burn Greymist Town to the ground.

They would face complete and utter annihilation.

"Rhain... wait," Roderick called out after some hesitation.

Rhain tilted his head slightly, looking back at the Graves family elder.

"Don’t kill him," Roderick requested with a heavy tone. "As long as he is alive, even if we slaughter every other Ironpeak Sect member here, we will have a bargaining chip. We can use him to negotiate with Dorian and secure our survival."

"If he dies... there is absolutely no stepping back."

Rhain stared at Roderick for a second.

Then, he turned his gaze back to Valerius, who was looking up at him with a faint glimmer of hope.

"There was never any stepping back," Rhain casually raised his hand, gathering a compressed point of dark essence around his knuckles.

Valerius’s eyes widened in absolute horror.

"No... no, no, no, please—"

"I don’t want to die... please... I don’t want to—"

CRACK!

The sound of a neck snapping echoed with eerie finality through the golden palace.

Valerius’s hands dropped limply to his sides. His tear-streaked eyes, still wide with panic and fright, stared vacantly at the ornate ceiling.

He had his entire life before him to live like a prince, but he died here so pathetically.

Roderick stared at Valerius’s lifeless body for a long, tense moment.

The bridge was completely, irreversibly burned.

They had officially crossed the point of no return.

Rhain withdrew his fist and turned to look at Roderick.

"You do not need to worry about Dorian," Rhain said, as he looked at Roderick with a calmness that shaked Roderick’s soul. "I will personally deal with him."

Hearing the unquestionable confidence in Rhain’s voice, the last trace of hesitation in Roderick’s heart evaporated.

There was no retreat.

Roderick’s hawkish eyes turned vicious.

"Die."

Squelch!

Roderick thrust his broadsword forward, cleanly severing Vespera’s neck and ending the final Level 9 elder of the enemy alliance.

"Let’s finish this!" Roderick roared, pulling his blade free.

With all four peak Essence Condensation experts dead, the backbone of the Ironpeak and Barlowe forces was crushed.

Rhain and Roderick instantly joined the chaotic fray.

To the remaining experts, Rhain was an invincible, untouchable reaper.

BANG! CRACK!

Every time he paused, an elder’s skull was shattered by his overwhelming physical might.

Roderick swept through the ranks like a golden hurricane, his broadsword slicing through the demoralized enemies who no longer had the will to fight.

It was not a battle. It was a completely one-sided, merciless massacre.

Within a few short minutes, the sounds of clashing blades and furious roars died down.

Out of the thirty people, only ten remained.

Most of them were the young members of the Ironpeak Sect and the Barlowe family, along with two heavily injured, lower-level elders.

They were so weak that they had hardly contributed anything to the fight.

Now, surrounded by the corpses of their unparalleled leaders and peak elders, their minds completely collapsed.

Clang. Clang.

The remaining weapons slipped from their shaking hands and clattered against the golden floor.

Thud.

All ten of them dropped to their knees one by one.

"Please! Spare us!" an Ironpeak disciple wailed, clasping his hand.

Noran, Maren, and Azure Cloud elders and Graves family experts stopped fighting, their weapons still drawn, their eyes fixed on Rhain—waiting for his judgment.

Rhain’s dark grey eyes held no warmth.

If it were him, or any other Azure Cloud Sect member, these people would have never let them live.

"Kill them all," Rhain waved his hand mercilessly.

The words fell like a guillotine blade.

"No! PLEASE—"

The screams were cut short.

Not long after, dead silence shrouded the palace