A giant flame descended on the ground, killing dozens of Duskfang Shadowtails. Some even managed to jump out of the fire and began dismembering the silver-armored guards.
Sitting inside the pavilion made of flame, Master Popo couldn’t help but click his tongue in annoyance. "These wolves really have thick fur," he muttered while continuing to send flames toward the ground.
He was not using his full strength as it would be dangerous to his teammates if he did. His flames didn’t know how to distinguish friend from foe, so he had to use them carefully to avoid harming his allies.
As explosions echoed from below, he couldn’t help but watch the others fight.
With the help of the other Cultivation Schools, they were killing the Duskfang Shadowtails easily, and the monsters’ numbers visibly dwindled.
A flash of darkness passed through the battlefield, killing at least fifty Duskfangs in one fell swoop.
"He’s also holding back," Master Popo muttered as he saw Nathan Kleinford running to begin another killing spree. Although Nathan had higher attack power, the Kleinford Family Head’s method was more effective since he didn’t have to worry about hurting their allies.
Furthermore, while Master Popo’s flame was strong, the black wolves could run through it without stopping and escape with only minor burns.
He could only sigh as the battle continued.
Soon enough, only a few dozen of the Duskfangs remained, which the others quickly killed.
When there were no monsters left, cheers erupted from the crowd. They had successfully defended the city, and the Duskfangs hadn’t even managed to breach their defenses.
Although they had lost some comrades, they still won, bringing tears to some of the survivors.
Master Popo stood up from his flame pavilion, which began to flicker as though a candle was about to be extinguished by the wind.
Hey, I will go help the others at the mansion. Do you want to come? Master Popo sent through Thought Transfer to the Kleinford Family Head.
No, the real battle is just about to start, Nathan’s voice echoed.
How do you know? Master Popo asked.
The battle was too easy, Nathan replied. There’s no way Klown only prepared this much.
Maybe this is all he could afford, Master Popo said.
Nathan didn’t answer, merely waiting for something.
I’ll go now, Master Popo said after waiting a while. However, as he was about to turn around and fly toward the Mayor’s mansion to join the fun, a loud roar echoed in the distance.
The Fire Shrine Headmaster turned toward the sound, his eyes widening.
A monster, at least twenty meters tall, appeared with two arms and two legs. Its tail swept behind it as it walked hunched over. Moreover, smaller versions of it followed close behind, and with another roar, they started running toward the city.
Instantly, the pavilion made of flame came back to life, and Master Popo sat inside, cross-legged.
You were right, Master Popo said to the Kleinford Family Head.
Let them handle the small ones. We will kill their mother, Nathan said.
I know. Don’t order me, Master Popo replied.
Nathan and the Fire Shrine Headmaster then began flying toward the giant monkey.
Originally known as Monkereaper, after surviving and growing in intelligence for at least five hundred years, it had reached this stage, almost resembling a small mountain.
It possessed the strength of a 1st-Step Core Creation Cultivator, something no ordinary cultivator in the city could handle. And currently, the only ones available who could were Nathan and Master Popo.
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Water Blade Disintegration Technique!
Finally, after gathering the surrounding Qi and turning it into Refined Qi while fighting the butler at the same time, he had enough Refined Qi to use this technique.
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This was the only technique he had that could execute a wide-range attack. He could multi-cast the Fire Blast and the Wind Blast, but they weren’t as effective as directly using the Water Blade Disintegration Technique.
Water droplets materialized in the air before turning into glass-like water blades.
When the butler saw what was happening, he jumped back from the beggar and positioned himself in front of the Mayor.
’Our Saviour, I will have to sacrifice some of our men. Is that alright with you, sir?’
’Don’t worry about it. I’m close,’ Klown answered as a small smile appeared on his face.
With that said, Holst returned to fighting the beggar.
Apollo did the same, and soon, the clash of swords echoed through the air.
But as seconds passed, the butler couldn’t help but feel confused.
"Why aren’t you sending those water blades? Afraid?" Holst taunted, his eyes fixed on his opponent.
"I’m waiting for something," Apollo answered, smiling confidently.
Hearing this, a frown appeared on the butler’s face. Did I miss something? He began replaying all of his opponent’s movements in his mind, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then he considered whether he had done something wrong himself. But again, nothing came to mind.
"I get it. These blades are just a bluff," Holst chuckled as he sent the beggar flying back.
"No," Apollo said, glancing at the Mayor.
Suddenly, the temperature dropped, and the air grew heavy.
When the butler felt the atmosphere changing, he forgot about the beggar as a laugh escaped his lips. "Our Saviour is going to succeed!"
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"And that’s what I’m waiting for!" Apollo exclaimed before clenching his fist, sending the water blades descending.
As the ground shattered and holes appeared, the smile on Holst’s face didn’t fade. He stared at the beggar mockingly. "It’s a futile effort. If you kill them, you’ll only hasten the process. You should give up and surrender your life. Maybe he will take a liking to you and eat your flesh. That’s the greatest form of glory your kind will experience."
"Glory? Who would believe that bullsh*t?" Apollo chuckled, a cunning smile spreading across his face. "But who said I’m going to kill them?"
"Kill them or not, it’s all the same," Holst replied.
"Nope, it’s not," Apollo said. "You know, I’ve been wondering about something."
"What?" Holst asked, curiosity creeping into his tone.
"This," Apollo said, pointing to the floor. The moment he did, it started cracking until the entire floor caved in.
Shouts rang out as the entire fifth floor shattered under the water blades. Stones, the black-robed men, and even the Mayor all plunged into the depths of the mansion.
"I’ve been wondering," Apollo smirked, "will the ritual work if there are no symbols anymore?"