Chapter 161
"Right now, the Saint Lord is fighting the Divine Blade Sect in the open and in the dark for the sake of the Hale family’s interests."
"I will absolutely kill you villains who loot a burning house and protect the rear for him!"
"Kill us?" Cyrus froze slightly. Then burst into mocking laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Hahahaha, you little brat. You truly are a newborn calf that doesn’t fear the tiger."
"This old man is standing right here. If you have the ability, come and kill me."
Blaze narrowed his eyes slightly. His feet abruptly exerted force. He dashed toward Cyrus with all his might.
He knew clearly that with his weak strength, it was impossible to completely annihilate these invading Noir Family members the way the Saint Lord had annihilated Sunblaze Peak.
The only chance of winning was to capture the ringleader first. Kill Cyrus, and the Noir Family would be a host of dragons without a head. They would crumble without a fight.
However, relying on a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivation base to cross four major realms and kill a Supreme Realm powerhouse... how could it be that easy?
Blaze had just rushed in front of Cyrus when Cyrus effortlessly grabbed him by the neck. Like picking up a little chick.
"Brat, too slow." Cyrus laughed mockingly.
His other hand transformed into a sharp claw and blasted out. Sent Blaze flying over a dozen meters. Knocked him right back to his starting point.
Pfft! Blaze spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. A mangled, bloody hole gouged out of his abdomen.
Cedric helped him up. "Branch Head Blaze, retreat quickly."
"This old man can still buy you some time. Hurry back to Southwestern and inform the Saint Lord of the Noir Family’s invasion..."
"First Elder, say no more." Blaze wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned.
"I just returned here from the Southwestern region. How could I go back without doing anything?"
"Delivering messages is something best left for others to do!"
With that, Blaze let out a loud roar and charged at Cyrus with all his strength once again, completely disregarding his own life, like a moth drawn to a flame.
The Noir Family crowd burst into mocking laughter. Expressions full of disdain. Looking at him like an idiot.
"Hahaha, is there something wrong with this brat’s brain?"
"To actually dare to proactively charge at our Saint Lord... he must feel he hasn’t suffered enough!"
"With his meager actions, if he can even touch the corner of the Saint Lord’s clothes, it would be considered not bad."
"Saint Lord, no need to waste time. Just kill this brat directly."
Cyrus’s face was similarly full of contempt. He allowed Blaze to approach him. Fundamentally too lazy to care.
Watching Cyrus’s insufferably arrogant appearance, a hidden smile secretly curled at the corner of Blaze’s mouth.
He brought out the Supreme-Destroying Flying Knife from his storage ring. Quietly concealed it in his palm.
He wasn’t acting recklessly without a plan. Attacking Cyrus regardless of everything just to accompany the First Elder in death.
The very instant he revealed himself, he had already thought of a strategy.
The failed offensive just now where he was sent flying was intended to make Cyrus drop his guard. Blaze’s true intention was to bet all his chances of winning on this single strike.
Although Blaze didn’t understand, and found it hard to believe, that a crappy little knife without even a registered grade possessed the power to instantly decapitate a Supreme Realm powerhouse...
Since the Saint Lord told him so, it meant this knife was absolutely not as ordinary as it looked on the surface.
The Saint Lord would never lie to him.
Blaze let out a resonant, hoarse roar. Charged toward Cyrus completely regardless of his own safety.
Seeing this scene from afar, a trace of emotion stirred within Iris’s eyes. Eyes that had remained as cold as ice throughout the journey.
Compared to the Hale, their Divine Blade Sect truly lacked the slightest bit of moral backbone.
Facing the Noir Family’s invasion, the Hale’s First Elder Cedric had transferred all the old, young, women, and children of the clan away. Remained behind alone to fight a bloody battle against the enemy without retreating a single step.
And upon arriving, facing a Supreme Realm expert and thousands of enemies, Blaze also chose to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with Cedric. Lacking the slightest intention of backing down.
By comparison, when Sunblaze Peak was annihilated by Alex, from Vincent and Lone at the top down to the ordinary disciples in their own cave dwellings, not a single one possessed this kind of domineering moral integrity.
Their Divine Blade Sect truly lost far too much compared to the Hale family.
While Iris was deep in thought, Blaze had already rushed right in front of Cyrus.
Cyrus raised his chin slightly, laughing mockingly. "Brat, go die!"
His left hand once again transformed into a sharp claw. Viciously gouging toward Blaze’s abdomen.
Looking at Cyrus, who still wore a face full of disdain and careless negligence, a chilling smile curled at the corners of Blaze’s mouth. Facing this murderously fierce claw, he completely lacked fear, crashed right into it.
At the exact same time, he exhausted all his strength to plunge the flying knife in his hand straight into Cyrus’s chest.
Pfft!
Cyrus’s sharp claw pierced clean through Blaze’s abdomen. Caused him to spit out a massive mouthful of fresh blood.
However, looking at the flying knife embedded in his chest, Cyrus merely raised an eyebrow. A disdainful sneer.
"Brat, you proactively took a strike from this old man just to sneak attack me?"
"Wanting to kill a Supreme Realm expert with a crappy little knife... aren’t you being far too naive?!"
"Hahahaha!"
Cyrus threw his head back and laughed wildly. The rest of the Noir Family crowd followed suit. Roaring with unending laughter.
Amidst this ear-piercing laughter, Cedric’s eyes dimmed. A trace of despair arising in his heart.
Yet Blaze remained curled up, slumped on his knees on the ground. His eyes fixed unblinkingly. Staring dead at the knife in Cyrus’s chest.
"Alright, let’s not waste any more time." Cyrus narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled ferociously, "Today, this old man originally planned to completely wash the Hale Holy Land in blood."