Liang’s sharp, hazel eyes flickered with a mixture of cunning and amusement as his gaze shifted between the looming figures cloaked in black hoods. The dim light in the cavern danced off his unfathomable orbs, giving them an ethereal quality. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Brotherhood, you say?" He chuckled mockingly, his voice laced with disdain. "Do you truly believe that such a trivial affiliation holds any significance for me?"
The leader’s eyes widened in a mixture of disbelief and rage, the fire within them reflecting his centuries of existence. Lines of age and experience etched deep into his weathered face, but they did little to hide the shock he felt.
Centuries of power had not prepared him for the audacity of this insolent display. However, a malicious spark danced within his evil grin as a wicked plan took shape in his mind.
He glanced at the two men flanking him, their menacing figures shrouded in the darkness of their cloaks, and his voice dripped with sadistic amusement. "Teach this fool a lesson. Make sure he’s brought to his knees."
Without a moment’s hesitation, the two men sprang into action, their hands tracing intricate patterns in the air with a speed that defied human capabilities. Dark and ominous runes materialized, glowing with an eerie intensity as they coalesced into two sets of formidable armor.
These Armor Runes were considered a staple among runic cultivators, bestowing upon their wielders heightened resistance against any attacks.
The armor clung to their bodies like a second skin, exuding an air of undeniable power.
Simultaneously, the remaining runes transformed into flawless weapons, manifesting instantly in the palms of the duo.
One of them held a sleek black long spear, its surface crackling with an ominous energy that sent a shiver down the spines of any who dared look upon it. The spearhead, adorned with intricate dark symbols, seemed to pulse with a malevolent aura.
The other wielded a menacing black chain, adorned with ancient runes that seemed to writhe and pulse with an unsettling energy.
With weapons in hand and armor encasing their bodies, the two men wasted no time. Like predators closing in on their prey, they lunged forward, ready to unleash their newly acquired power upon Liang.
As they advanced, their weapons poised to strike, the air crackled with electric anticipation.
The man wielding the black long spear lunged forward, his movements fluid and precise as he sought to impale Liang with the lethal weapon. The dark runes etched into the spearhead pulsed with a malevolent energy, casting an eerie glow upon the cavern walls.
But Liang, nonchalant and unaffected, evaded the attack with a dancer’s grace, his lithe figure moving with incredible agility. His body seemed to glide, untouched by the imminent danger. His hazel eyes remained fixed on his adversaries, an unfazed smile still playing on his lips.
As the spear grazed past him, his keen eyes caught a glimpse of an opening in the second assailant’s defense.
With lightning reflexes, Liang seized the opportunity. He darted towards the man wielding the black chain, his lithe figure moving with incredible speed and agility.
The chain swung through the air, its dark runes hissing malevolently as it aimed to ensnare its target.
But Liang anticipated the attack, his body flowing like water as he gracefully ducked beneath the chain, narrowly avoiding its deadly embrace.
In one fluid motion, he delivered a lightning-fast series of precise strikes towards his opponent’s vulnerable flank.
The impact was swift and powerful. Liang’s blows connected with a resounding force, rattling the armored figure and temporarily staggering him.
Seizing the moment, Liang swiftly disarmed his opponent, knocking the black chain from his grasp and leaving him momentarily defenseless. His movements were a blur of calculated strikes and graceful evasion as he danced around his opponent, each motion executed with measured precision.
Meanwhile, the spear-wielder recovered from his failed strike, frustration etched across his face. He redirected his focus towards Liang, now wielding his spear with renewed determination. He lunged forward once more, his spear slicing through the air with deadly swiftness.
Liang, hands still behind his back, evaded the spear once again, his agile form twisting effortlessly to avoid the lethal strike.
Flicking his fingers with a practiced motion, a dark and ominous rune emerged from the depths of his being. It hovered in the air for a moment, pulsating with an unsettling energy, before transforming into a dark ray that shot forward, piercing through the spear-wielding man’s chest with astonishing accuracy. As the ray made contact, the man’s body convulsed, his life essence extinguished in an instant.
The black-hooded man who was supposed to be the leader shuddered upon witnessing this unnerving display of power.
The sense of authority and invincibility that had surrounded him crumbled.
Just then, another black ray appeared, piercing the remaining black-hooded assailant who was wielding the chain.
The man cried out in agony as the ray tore through his form, his grip on the chain weakening as his life force waned.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to defend against such an attack, the black-hooded man on the back decided to make a desperate run for his life.
But just as he made a move, Liang’s cold and emotionless voice sounded, freezing him in his tracks. "Another step, and you will meet the same fate as your comrades."
Hearing this, the man froze in his place, his heart pounding in his chest.
On the other hand, the young woman who had been running for her life, her face now bloomed with hope, watched the scene unfold with bated breath, her emerald eyes wide with disbelief.
Just then, another black rune emerged, similar to the last one but with a slightly different shape. It pulsated in the air, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings, as if sentient in its intentions.
The black-hooded man trembled. From the previous display, he knew for sure that death was inevitable for him. His feeble attempts to escape or fight back had only sealed his fate.
Soon, the dark ray emerged once again, its menacing energy cutting through the air like a malevolent blade. The man who had been frozen with fear closed his eyes, awaiting his demise.
The seconds seemed to stretch into eternity, each passing moment immersing him in a state of anticipation and bewilderment. His face contorted with confusion, his brows furrowing as he cautiously opened his eyes, half-expecting to be confronted by the all-consuming abyss. Yet, against all odds, he stood untouched, his body unharmed and intact.
Gingerly, his gaze wandered towards the lifeless form of the young woman, sprawled motionless before him. Her once vibrant face wore a haunting expression, frozen in a delicate balance of shock and self-mockery. It was as if a cruel twist of fate had robbed her of life, leaving behind an enigmatic mosaic of emotions etched across her features.
In a daze, the man was at a loss for words. His shocked eyes remained fixed on the lifeless form before him, his mind struggling to comprehend the events that had unfolded. His heart turned cold, realizing that he had encountered a monster, a being with powers far beyond his understanding.
"I will give you ten seconds," Liang’s voice echoed with an icy chill, slicing through the silence. "If I don’t hear something interesting, you shall face the same fate as your comrades."
The man snapped back to reality, a cold sweat running down his spine. Panic flooded his senses as he scrambled to form words that might save his life, desperately searching for any information that could pique Liang’s interest.
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