Chapter 161: The Bestest Master
Jorge’s face drained of all color as his frantic telepathic voice transmission tore through his companions’ minds: "Scatter! NOW!"
Before the words fully registered—
Crimson flames erupted around the Thirst Bull captain’s body, the violent glow of the Blood Burning Technique igniting as he hurled himself backward in a desperate, panicked retreat. Every muscle screamed as he pushed his cultivation to the brink—speed was life now.
Rodney barely had time to tighten his grip on Emma’s wrist, ready to drag her into flight—
When the lake’s surface shivered.
The sword’s reflection twisted in the water—not a mere image, but something alive. The clear ripples darkened, warping like a predator’s grin.
Then—
The lake’s surface, once still as black glass, shattered into a thousand screaming reflections—each one birthing a sword.
One became ten.
Ten became a hundred.
A hundred became an endless, shifting forest of blades, their edges humming with a hunger that vibrated the very air.
In the span of a breath, the trio was encircled—not by steel, but by the incarnate will of slaughter itself.