Chapter 686: KILL

In the sky, a massive fireball slashed through the skies of the Gulaesh Clan’s territory at an astonishing speed, like a meteor.

Its tail of blood-red hellfire left behind an extremely long, wave-like surge of black smoke across the heavens.

On the ground, land Naga raised their heads, watching the fireball pass overhead with awe and relief.

The light was blinding.

Finally, the fireball reached its destination—the heavily guarded Priest Palace.

The exquisite dome, crafted from hundreds of stained-glass panels depicting constellations, shattered like thin paper upon impact.

Colorful shards rained down like hail.

In the next instant, the expanding flame surged into a roaring inferno; the shockwave shattered surrounding stone pillars, turning intricate reliefs to dust in an instant.

A massive cloud of dust rose from the palace’s center.

The startled Naga soldiers, after a brief stunned pause, finally reacted, ignoring the dust coating their bodies, and rushed toward the palace’s core.

Footsteps came pouring in from all sides.

As the thick smoke gradually cleared, the soldiers stared in shock at a deep pit, roughly ten feet in diameter, its edges still smoking.

From within the pit, a tall man, smoking and radiating a terrifyingly strong aura, slowly rose to his feet.

Luo De grinned, his villainous aura fully unleashed:

“Where are the Gulaesh Clan’s priests?”

“Who are you?!”

Crackling—

Blue plasma exploded on the spot; Luo De vanished in an instant.

All Naga soldiers realized with horror that he had already appeared before them, one hand gripping the leader’s skull from the earlier question.

Lifted high.

He didn’t lift her—Naga, including their tails, stood about four to five meters tall; even if Luo De raised her above his head, she still wouldn’t leave the ground.

The Naga’s beauty was exceptional; even this minor leader would rank as above-average in the human world.

But that didn’t stop Luo De from killing.

Boom!

Her head exploded like a watermelon, blood and brain matter spraying outward, splattering across the faces of all nearby Naga soldiers.

Heh.

Capturing the leader first is good—but Luo De had no objection to slaughtering a few first, creating a mountain of corpses and rivers of blood to terrify the rest.

Watching the Naga’s beautiful or elegant faces twist further in terror.

Luo De burst into laughter; activating his [Aura of Fear], he instantly shattered their morale and courage.

They froze like prey confronted by a monstrous beast.

He showed no mercy; with a swing of his longsword, four or five heads rolled to the ground.

“Outlaw! How dare you?!”

A Naga officer roared, charging forward in a flash.

“Finally, someone worth talking to.”

Luo De didn’t retreat as the officer charged; he spun and delivered a sweeping back kick.

His long leg’s heel struck the opponent’s temple with perfect precision, halting their forward momentum instantly; they flew like a cannonball into the side wall.

CRASH—the falling plaster and decorations crashed onto her.

Of course, he held back.

The skill [Silver Hoof Shatters Rock], shared from the half-deer Xiao Ke, was a passive ability granting all his kicks [Armor Piercing] and [Shockwave] effects.

Here, only the [Shockwave] was activated—and it was enough to leave a seventh-rank beginner dazed and disoriented.

“Can you speak for them? Surrender. Submit to the Braal Clan.”

Luo De cut straight to the point.

“Bullshit! Even if I die, I won’t take orders from some outsider!”

“You’ve got some spine.”

Luo De stepped on her head, pressing down slowly but firmly; her cheeks began to deform.

The wounded Naga officer panicked immediately, her bravado crumbling.

“The High Priest already contacted reinforcements! They’re on their way back—leave now, and we might pretend this never happened!”

“Reinforcements? Good, good—I’ve been waiting for your reinforcements.”

Luo De ignored the wounded officer, kicked the overturned high-backed chair upright, and sat down with casual authority.

Tally peeked half her small head from the shadows: “Someone’s coming.”

“I know.”

Luo De raised his hand and unleashed a powerful Repulsion Technique, infused with countless ice blades from Yudian’s Ice Blade Domain.

A San -shaped blast surged upward, turning the already shattered dome into a honeycomb, revealing patches of bright sky.

The stressed dome collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Immediately, beams of light pierced the dim palace; six powerful figures appeared high above, overlooking Luo De.

One was a land Naga dressed in desert style; the other five were three humans and two others with non-human traits, but all wore hard, insect-like masks obscuring their faces.

The wounded Naga officer, lying on the ground, saw them and burst into joy, then glared at Luo De with hatred and triumph:

“You’re too late to escape now, brat—I’ll slice your flesh off piece by piece, then let you watch yourself dry into jerky before you die!”

The desert-style land Naga priest glared furiously at Luo De, who had wrecked the palace.

He pointed his staff downward: “That man. I need your help.”

Yet, for two full seconds after her words, no one responded.

She turned, puzzled.

The Campbell family members, their insect masks hiding their faces, revealed pale skin on their exposed necks, slick with beads of sweat.

They looked as if facing a dire threat.

Sweat?

The Desert Mirage was hot—but five top-tier experts, all eighth-rank, afraid of heat?

Luo De recognized the standard insect masks and smiled: “Campbell?”

No sooner had he spoken than the five masked Campbell figures turned and fled without looking back.

“Not… my lord?”

The Naga priest was stunned.

The wounded Naga officer widened her serpentine eyes—five eighth-rank experts, and they didn’t even fight? They just ran?

Boom!

The high-backed chair beneath him rippled and tore like hot asphalt; Luo De’s silhouette blurred, its edges glowing with a pale white aura, leaving only a lingering afterimage.

[Moon Shadow Step]!

The black-gold Offering Blade sliced through the neck of one Campbell member; his spiritual energy instantly ceased.

He didn’t turn; his left index finger snapped backward.

Pale white spiritual threads instantly overtook distance, piercing the back of the fastest runner; he stiffened completely, frozen in place.

[Moon Binding Curse]!

Simultaneously, purple gravitational magic surged like an ocean, forming a massive purple orb in midair.

[Gravity Well] slammed down; the overwhelming purple magic contracted violently, pulling everyone in the area into the gravity well centered on Luo De!

The sky darkened abruptly.

The desert’s light was swallowed by thick clouds; a pale, phantom moon had already hung high above.

The next instant, a silver-white fire column, two meters in radius, roared down like a colossal beam.

The cylindrical flame struck precisely at the center of the [Gravity Well], exploding in a deafening burst of silver flame.

[Luka’s Moonfire Art]!

The eerie cold flame, boiling moonlight, formed a celestial execution pillar, warping the air within its range into visible ripples.

Silhouettes reduced to charred ash fell with the wind and sand.

The crouching Naga officer, untouched by the blast, stared at Luo De stepping calmly from the churning, boiling moonfire, her eyes wide with rage.

(End of Chapter)