Chapter 727: Threat
"Omar, we found this place and the lake full of lightning essence stones first—it’s ours, so you should just go away," Arlen said, trying his best to keep his voice steady even though his fists were clenched tight at his sides, his face a mixture of frustration and desperation as he attempted to reason with the red-haired young man standing so arrogantly before them.
But Omar merely threw back his head and let out a sharp, mocking laugh, his fiery hair almost seeming to spark in the dim light. "Yours?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "The moment I laid eyes on those lightning essence stones, they were already mine." His laughter rolled through the clearing, full of cruel pleasure, as though the idea of stealing from others gave him genuine delight.
Arlen’s jaw tightened as he bit out, "Don’t be so unreasonable, Omar," his teeth gritted and voice trembling slightly with barely contained anger.
Omar tilted his head, his expression turning sinister, his lips curling into a cold smile. "Unreasonable?" he sneered softly, a glint of deadly amusement flashing in his eyes. "You haven’t even seen me being unreasonable yet." His gaze shifted sharply to the three experts standing just behind him, all of them radiating the dangerous aura of 6th level Champion Rank experts.
Omar’s voice dropped to an icy tone as he gave a merciless command. "Kill them all." The words fell like a blade through the tense silence.
Max’s eyes, which had been calm moments before, turned as cold and sharp as shards of ice, his expression hardening instantly upon hearing Omar order their deaths so casually.
It might have been one thing, he thought bitterly, if Omar had only demanded their storage rings—they could have negotiated, or found a way to escape—but to kill them all for no reason other than greed and arrogance ignited a searing fury deep in Max’s chest, his hands trembling slightly as he prepared himself for the coming fight.
"Everyone, when I start talking to Omar, you all need to be ready to flee," Max instructed his companions through a voice transmission, his mental voice low and urgent, as he kept his eyes trained on Omar and the group of powerful experts now looming over them like predators.
Arlen immediately shot back a worried response, unable to hide the strain in his mental tone. "What about you?" he demanded, his brows furrowed deeply as he glanced sideways at Max.
Although he knew Max was stronger than the rest of them, the sheer number of enemies—especially with high-level Champion Rank experts on Omar’s side—made it nearly impossible for Arlen to imagine Max getting out of this alive if he stayed behind.