Chapter 166: That is What Senior Brother Instructed
The air above Water Lily Lake hung heavy with a suffocating menace, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the oppressive weight of killing intent. The Sword of Red Run pulsed with a sinister crimson glow, its light staining the moonlit waters like spilled gore, twisting the reflection of the night into something monstrous and wrong. Every breath Lordi Payne drew was laced with pain—his ribs screamed from the deep gash across his side, and the blood coating the handle of his Blade of Life Hater made his grip slippery, uncertain.
Donovan Valdez, the First Dominator, and Emma Dawson! Lordi’s instincts screamed at him to move, to fight, to flee. But his body, already pushed to its limits, could only tense in wary anticipation.
This was a nightmare scenario.
Donovan stood like a storm wrapped in cloak—towering, broad-shouldered, his muscular frame barely contained by the elegant drape of his sect’s robes. The snow-white cloak that should have marked him as serene, even noble, instead hung strangely off his form, as if violence itself had been clumsily dressed in finery. There was nothing refined about the way he carried himself, nothing delicate in the way his presence seemed to carve the air like a butcher’s blade.
Hours ago, his fist had nearly ended Lordi’s life—not with a brawl, not with a duel, but with a single, distant punch that had shattered his ribs and threw him down the cliff. The memory of it still burned in Lordi’s bones, phantom fractures flaring anew with every breath. The Mister First Dominator’s previous smirk was slow, predatory, the kind of expression a wolf might wear before tearing out a wounded deer’s throat.This was no ordinary disciplined cultivator, but a typical over powerful demonic warrior.
And Emma...
His jaw clenched. The retard AwfulOS System had nearly forced his body to violate this lady in public, an unforgivable humiliation that had seared itself into both their minds. The way the beauty looked at him—her dark eyes blazing with hatred, her fingers twitching toward the dagger at her waist—left no room for misunderstanding.
She wanted him dead.
Lordi exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around his blade despite the blood-slicked grip. If the Sword of Red Run didn’t kill him first, these two certainly would.
Before he could figure out why the two had suddenly moved together, the Sword of Red Run surged to life—swift, merciless.