Chapter 138: White Knight Guild Master Fury
"What is this magic? How can you survive this attack? No Blood Infusion Stage cultivator should be able to survive a blade attack—"
Kaiser Von Maximus’s voice cracked through the air like splitting timber. The veins along his forehead stood out thick as rope, pulsing visibly with each heaving breath. Whatever composure he had carried into this confrontation was gone — shattered cleanly, with nothing left to reassemble.
Lukas had not only survived. He had made it look effortless.
But Lukas wasn’t listening to Kaiser’s wounded roar. His eyes moved across the ground, the surrounding air, the space between them.
Blade attack. So where’s the blade?
Kaiser had said it plainly. A blade. But there was no weapon — no edge catching the light, no steel, nothing that explained the strike he had just absorbed.
Nearby, Ambrose had gone very still.
She had known Lukas was strong. Had known it for a while now, in the quiet, unsettling way you know something that doesn’t fit inside ordinary expectations. But this — standing unharmed after eating a combined assault from the Maximus family, Kaiser at its center — this sat outside even her revised estimates. Kaiser’s reputation hadn’t been built on stories. He had killed hundreds of Blood Infusion Realm cultivators alone, one man cutting through an entire tier of power so methodically that the account had spread to every corner of the nation. The Maximus name carried real weight.
She caught the confusion in Lukas’s eyes and recognized it immediately.
"Von Maximus don’t use swords like ordinary sword cultivators," she said, voice low and quick. "For them, the body is the sword."
A short pause.
"Kaiser Von Maximus believes he can end any opponent in a single move — no exceptions. You didn’t just survive his attack. You broke something he has never had broken before."
The pieces clicked into place. Lukas glanced briefly at Ambrose — the woman obsessed with swords who had never once drawn a conventional blade in his presence. That, finally, made sense.
Then Kaiser’s aura detonated.
It didn’t build or swell — it simply exploded outward, a shockwave of pressure that hit the ground and rolled in every direction like something physical. His loose outer robe tore away in strips, and what it revealed was a frame built less like a body and more like a weapon — dense and deliberate, every line of muscle sharpened over years into something functional and ruthless. His crimson eyes had gone glassy at the edges. The cold fury that had been holding him together was dissolving into something rawer, something that didn’t recognize limits.
He turned to his two servants. His voice dropped to a flat, frozen register.
"Step back. I’ll handle this myself."
Neither of them moved to argue. They could read the fracture lines in him — the trembling stillness of a man balanced on the edge of something catastrophic — and they retreated in silence, putting as much distance between themselves and whatever came next as quietly as they could manage.
Behind Lukas, the pressure had become unbearable. Mark and the others crumpled without a sound, hitting the ground one after another, blood running thin from their ears and noses as their bodies surrendered to a weight they had never been built to carry.
The commotion had grown too large to contain. On the far side of the settlement, heads were already turning. The White Knight Guild had noticed.
Some distance away, Vice Guild Master Mary stood mid-conversation with the Guild Master when she noticed the shift.
The white-haired woman had stopped listening. Her gaze had drifted past Mary’s shoulder, past the rooftops, settling on something in the middle distance with the focused quiet of someone reading a message no one else could see.
Mary’s frown came naturally. "What is it, Guild Master? Something worrying you?" She paused. "Don’t tell me you felt death energy again. Another necromancer in the settlement."
The Guild Master had white hair that fell in clean lines past her shoulders and a disposition that most people read as gentle — until they learned about the necromancers. That particular hatred ran bone-deep, old and structural, built into her the way foundations are built into a wall. She shook her head slowly.
"Not necromancers this time." A brief pause. "Your relatives."
I should have taken you in from the start. Look at the damage they’re causing to my settlement.
Mary’s eyes went wide.
My relatives—?
Ambrose surfaced in her mind immediately — that sharp-eyed niece of hers, perpetually standing one step from the edge of something. Then Mary shook her head. She knew that girl better than anyone. Whatever this was, Ambrose hadn’t started it.
The Guild Master watched her and said nothing. She knew Mary. Knew exactly where that stubborn mind would land and how hard it would grip once it got there. Some arguments cost more than they were worth.
Then her eyes narrowed to slits.
A presence. Familiar in a way that pulled at something older than memory.
How is he here?
Her pure white pupils found him through the distance — a figure standing motionless among the commotion, expression flat, radiating that cold particular energy she recognized with the certainty of someone who had felt it up close before. The same man. The newcomer she had struck down with her own hands, read clearly, and walked away from certain of the result.
He had survived. And then he had walked back into her settlement.
She was moving before the thought finished forming. Her white dress caught the wind as she launched forward, cutting through the air at a steep upward angle, the settlement blurring beneath her feet.
Mary spun on her heel. "Wait — stop — what happened? Don’t do anything rash—"
She was already sprinting after her.
Lukas kept his eyes on Kaiser and waited, his expression giving nothing away.
Then his eyelid twitched.
Something was coming. He felt the aura before he found the source — a suffocating weight pressing toward him through the open sky, closing distance at a speed that made the hairs along his arms rise. He turned his head upward.
A silver streak split the clouds.
His heart hit his ribs hard. One look. Recognition arrived cold and complete, with no room left for doubt.
The archer.
Why is she here? And why is she—
The second question answered itself before he finished asking it, and the answer was worse than anything pride wanted to admit. His instincts didn’t soften things. They told him plainly what every cultivated sense confirmed — she wasn’t Blood Infusion Stage. The gap between where she stood and where he stood was not a gap he could cross with cleverness or nerve.
He was no match for her.
His instincts didn’t deal in reassurances. The archer moving toward him wasn’t Blood Infusion Stage — she was past it, sitting at the bloodline awakener level, and the distance between that and where Lukas stood wasn’t something cleverness could bridge.
I can’t stay here.
The decision landed before the thought finished forming. The elderly woman, Mark, everyone standing behind him — they left his awareness completely, cleanly, without guilt. His body stilled into the particular calm that arrived in him only when a situation had been reduced to its simplest form: move, or die.
But first.
His eyes found Kaiser.
Kaiser’s mouth was already open, chin lifted, crimson eyes blazing with the righteous fury of a man who had never once been made to feel small.
"How dare you look at me in that direction, you fool—"
His vision inverted.
The ground came up fast.
Lukas caught the severed head before it stopped rolling, the motion unhurried, almost incidental. He looked once at Ambrose. Once at the servant beside her. A single glance — flat, unreadable, containing nothing and somehow everything — and then he ran.
No wasted movement. No backward look. He cut straight toward the settlement walls with the focused economy of a man who had already done the math and didn’t need to do it again.
From above, a voice dropped like a hammer.
"Disgusting creature — don’t even think about leaving!"
Bang! Following the sound as if sky had been torn open White Knight Guild leader landed on the ground, her landing generated a shockwave that caused the earth to shake for hundred of metres.
Just a moment later the same sequence of events repeated again.
The vice leader of white knight guild had arrived following their leader.
"Aunt Mary..."
Ambrose finally reacted when the terrifying shockwave hit her again, her mind was still playing the scene of lukas severing Kaiser head on repeat, no matter how detestable, Kaiser was still her blood brother.
Yet she had simply watched Lukas kill him, at this time Ambrose should have felt anger but to her shock..she felt nothing but emptiness, even a strange sense of relief.
White Knight Guild leader scanned the surroundings with surgical precision but saw no signs of Lukas anywhere. When she noticed the headless body of Kaiser her aura chilled even further.
Coming into my settlement and wantonly killing...just how brave these necromancers have grown.