Chapter 192: Damian Tests His Big Sword
Damian’s black gauntlet pressed harder against the saber cultivator’s head.
The man struggled, both hands clawing at Damian’s wrist, but his strength was completely useless.
Damian tilted his head beneath the mask. "You know, I expected more from a Second Stage Golden Core cultivator."
His voice turned disappointed.
"Really disappointing."
The saber cultivator’s eyes widened in fear. "W-Wait..."
Damian’s fingers tightened around his head, but he did not crush it directly.
CRACK!
The man’s scream tore through the courtyard.
A moment later, Damian slammed him into the ground again and again, each impact shattering more stone beneath him.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The saber cultivator’s aura broke apart piece by piece until his body finally went limp.
Only then did Damian tighten his grip once more.
CRACK!
The saber cultivator’s head was crushed beneath his black gauntlet.
Damian threw the body aside like trash.
The poison-ring cultivator’s face had already turned pale.
He quickly stepped back and threw out several poison talismans. "Stay away from me!"
Green-black poison fog exploded between them.
PSSSHHH!
Damian walked through it without slowing down.
His Chaos Qi swallowed the poison like a starving beast.
The poison-ring cultivator’s eyes almost popped out. "Impossible!"
Damian appeared in front of him and grabbed his wrist.
CRACK!
The man screamed as his poison rings shattered together with his fingers.
Damian laughed beneath the mask. "You like poison, right?"
He lifted the man by the throat. "Then taste how sweet your own fear is."
A second later, Damian slammed him into the wall.
BOOM!
The poison-ring cultivator coughed blood, his body trembling.
Damian punched him once in the stomach.
THUD!
The man bent forward, eyes bulging.
Another punch landed on his chest.
CRACK!
His ribs broke.
Damian leaned closer, his voice low and crazy. "You people helped cage others, right? Then don’t cry when someone stronger cages your life."
The poison-ring cultivator tried to beg, but no words came out.
Damian’s final punch smashed into his chest, piercing through flesh and bone.
His black gauntlet came out holding the man’s heart.
For a breath, the entire courtyard froze.
Damian looked at the twitching heart in his hand and laughed softly.
Then he crushed it.
BANG!
The courtyard became silent.
The surviving guards stared at the two dead Golden Core cultivators, their faces filled with horror.
Damian slowly turned toward them and spread both arms.
"That’s it?"
His voice carried genuine disappointment.
"I expected more."
No one answered.
Damian clicked his tongue. "You rats really know how to ruin a villain’s entrance."
The guards finally broke.
Several of them turned and ran toward the underground passage, stumbling over broken stones and corpses.
"Chief Garvek!"
"Chief! The two Second Stage Golden Core elders are dead!"
"He killed them! That Black Dragon killed them!"
Deep underground, Garvek’s hand paused above the table.
His expression darkened instantly. "Dead?"
The subordinate nodded frantically. "Yes, Chief! Both of them! He killed them like they were nothing!"
Garvek’s eyes turned cold with fury.
"Useless trash."
He slammed his palm onto the table.
BANG!
The bamboo scrolls jumped, and the servant beside him nearly fell.
Garvek turned toward the sealed stone door deeper inside the chamber. "Wake those two."
A moment later, two stronger auras erupted from behind the door.
RUMBLE!
Two Third Stage Golden Core cultivators stepped out, one carrying twin hooks and the other holding a long black spear.
Both looked furious.
The hook cultivator’s voice was sharp. "Who dares cause trouble here?"
The spear cultivator’s killing intent spread through the room. "Let’s see which bastard is tired of living."
Garvek’s eyes narrowed toward the passage above. "The Black Dragon."
His voice was full of anger now. "Bring me his head."
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A moment later, two heavy auras rushed up from the underground passage.
RUMBLE!
The stone floor trembled as the hook cultivator and spear cultivator stepped into the ruined courtyard.
The hook cultivator was a tall, thin man with sharp cheekbones and cruel eyes. Two curved black hooks hung from his hands, each one covered in faint silver lines.
Beside him stood a broad man in dark armor, holding a long black spear that gave off cold killing intent.
Both were Third Stage Golden Core cultivators.
The hook cultivator glanced at the corpses on the ground and sneered. "So you’re the idiot calling himself the Black Dragon?"
The spear cultivator snorted. "He looks more like a mad dog wearing cheap black clothes."
Damian slowly turned toward them.
His black mask hid his face, but his shoulders began trembling slightly.
A low laugh escaped him.
"Hehehe... good. Finally, two rats that look a little bigger."
The hook cultivator’s eyes turned cold. "You killed our people and still dare act arrogant?"
Damian spread his arms lazily. "Your people were weak. Don’t blame me because your rat nest has bad quality control."
The spear cultivator’s killing intent surged. "You’re courting death."
Damian’s grin widened beneath the mask.
Without saying another word, he reached into his storage ring.
A huge black sword appeared in his hand.
THUD!
The moment the sword touched the ground, the stone beneath it cracked.
It was not flashy or even sharp.
It was simply big, black, ridiculously heavy, and stupidly strong.
Damian lifted it with one hand and rested it on his shoulder. "Good. Let’s test this thing too."
The hook cultivator laughed. "You think a big piece of iron can scare us?"
The spear cultivator stepped forward. "I’ll break that toy and your bones together."
His Qi erupted.
"[Black Spear Pierces the Moon]!"
The long spear shot forward like a dark line tearing through the air.
At the same time, the hook cultivator vanished sideways.
"[Silver Ghost Hook Art]!"
His twin hooks curved toward Damian’s neck and waist from two different angles.
Damian’s eyes shone beneath the mask.
"Not bad."
He raised the huge black sword.
Chaos Qi flowed into his arms, but he did not use his strongest art.
Instead, he used a weaker sword move he had practiced before.
"[Breaking Mountain]."
The black sword fell.
There was no elegant sword light.
No fancy movement.
Just overwhelming weight and brutal force.
BOOOOM!
The spear light shattered first.
The spear cultivator’s eyes widened as the pressure crushed his attack head-on. "What?!"
The hook cultivator tried to change direction, but the shockwave from the sword strike slammed into him like a collapsing wall.
CRACK!
Both hooks cracked.
His body flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
The spear cultivator was even worse.
His black spear bent violently, then snapped in the middle.
BANG!
The flat side of Damian’s massive sword smashed into his chest, sending him crashing through the courtyard wall.
Dust filled the air.
The two Third Stage Golden Core cultivators rolled across the ground, their auras broken and unstable.
Damian slowly lifted the black sword back onto his shoulder.
For a breath, the entire courtyard became silent.
Then Damian laughed crazily.
"Hahaha! That’s it?"
He stepped forward, dragging the black sword across the stone floor.
SCRRRAAAAPE.
The harsh sound made the surviving guards’ faces turn even paler.
Damian looked at the two fallen cultivators and mocked them without mercy. "You two mocked me so loudly, I thought you were strong. Turns out you’re just slightly bigger rats. What a pity."
The hook cultivator coughed blood, his face filled with disbelief. "What kind of monster are you?"
Damian tilted his head.
The black mask made his voice sound even colder. "I already told you."
His grin became savage.
"I’m the Black Dragon."