Chapter 1052: Chapter 69: The Three Styles of Hades
A chilling voice suddenly arose, "I think you need not go, for I have already arrived." A figure slowly emerged from the dark corner of the gate, gradually becoming clearer under the dim moonlight. It was a person entirely clad in black scales, with black hair cascading down his back, an expressionless face that was not particularly handsome, and a relentless cold killing intent emanating from him. Most surprisingly, nestled in the leather bag at his chest was a shortsword not even a foot long, with a black gem on its hilt that shimmered with a sinister glow, seemingly drawing in the souls of everyone present. A faint evil aura continuously spread from the center of the sword’s hilt. Horton gasped, the person he least wanted to encounter had still appeared.
Ah Dai looked at the group of experts in front of him, feeling neither sadness nor joy, completely sinking into a state of calm. The only thought in his mind was to kill—to kill everyone here so his heart could find peace. Horton was present, and so was the cat woman. Ice, oh please! May your Heavenly Spirit bless me, let me slay these evil beings for you.
The longsword in Horton’s hand flickered with a faint white light, enveloping his body. Though the faint evil aura could not penetrate, he still felt a piercing cold throughout his body. Although there was only one opponent, this was the first time in his life he felt that the opponent was so formidable, formidable to the extent that he seemed utterly unable to contend.
Ah Dai’s right hand grasped the hilt of the Sword of Hades; his calm mind clearly telling him that with the sheer number of skilled opponents, it was impossible to contend with them on his own strength.
The cat woman nudged Horton, and though she too was surprised to see Ah Dai, her heart was filled with more resentment. Remembering how she had begged the young man before her for survival, her heart blazed with rage. A green glow emerged, and her body had completely transformed into that of a cat. Her sharp claws shimmered with a dark green light, her pupils turned into vertical slits. She clearly knew that only by killing the man before her could her heart return to a state of peace. She raised her hand and coldly asked, "Was it you who burnt the Night Club of Dark Prestige?"
Ah Dai gently nodded, staring at the green glow on the cat woman, his eyes narrowed and his murderous aura surged. A faint white light enveloped his body, and the True Qi of the eighth realm was pushed to its limit. "Indeed, the Night Club of Dark Prestige is probably reduced to ashes by now. Lord Horton, all your men are dead. Their sinful souls are beckoning to you. I think, it’s time for you to join them."
Horton suddenly drew his longsword, bellowing, "You actually destroyed the efforts of my years."
Ah Dai coldly said, "Effort? For your desires, how many people have you killed, do you even remember? Ice died because of me, her only wish was to kill you. You destroyed her life, today is the day you pay with your life, even though your life is so worthless compared to her sacred one."
The longsword in Horton’s hand glowed radiantly under his strong fighting spirit, the sacred aura boosting his confidence. Pointing the sword toward Ah Dai, he commanded, "Come on, kill him, I’ll reward a hundred thousand Gold Coins." His men, who were generally pampered within the mansion, knew about the incident yesterday but were unaware that Ah Dai was responsible. Facing the oddly dressed young man who dared to challenge them at the City Lord’s Mansion, they had already reached their boiling point. Hearing Horton’s command, four figures dashed towards Ah Dai like lightning. A blade, a longsword, two long spears, all carrying surging fighting spirit, attacked Ah Dai. The two great Mages also started chanting their most familiar attack Spells. The rest of the people also shone in various colors of fighting spirit, the immense pressure firmly locking Ah Dai in the center.
Ah Dai’s narrowed eyes shone coldly. The great pressure ignited the resentment in his heart. Remembering Ice’s death, his power suddenly erupted. True Qi continuously surged into the Sword of Hades, and the evil aura significantly intensified. The four experts in the air slowed down their movements under the attack of this evil aura, and the others, also affected by the evil aura, pulled back some of their pressure on Ah Dai to protect themselves. Seizing this moment, Ah Dai moved, "Sword of Hades flash—Heaven—Earth—Move—". A pale blue light appeared, filling the entire courtyard with formidable evil aura. Ah Dai’s body turned into a shadow, flashing past the four people before him. The light converged, and everyone was stunned. In the instant the Sword of Hades was unsheathed, all the experts present felt a deep chill, pouring all their strength into fighting the attack of the evil aura. They involuntarily stepped back several paces, their faces pale with fright, their meridians seemingly tangled, their minds dizzy. Had it not been for their own considerable abilities, that wave of evil aura would have captured their souls.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—four soft sounds. Four bodies fell to the ground. No, it should be said, four mummified corpses fell to the ground—each with a wound between their eyebrows, their souls and flesh entirely absorbed by the Sword of Hades. Most pitiful were the two great Magicians; they had not even managed to activate their spells before their feeble bodies were utterly corroded by the evil aura of the Sword of Hades, standing motionless, having lost their souls.
