Last Struggle

Chapter 14: Last Struggle

"Master, please kill me!!," an old man pleaded while bowing before a young man.

The young man only looked at the old man but didn't utter a single word,

"Master Kill me! I don't deserve to live..."

But the young man was still unperplexed by that old man's expression. He only glazed at the old man with pure killing intent.

"Huh.. You don't have to tell me what to do.. Also I told you to report to me as soon as you could if anything went wrong, but you... didn't..."

"I was ignorant, Master. This useless slave was ignorant. I thought the clan leader would die after some time, and I believed I shouldn't waste the master's precious time on such a small matter."

"Small matter, huh... Do you know how much I have sacrificed for this?, even if I tell you, that thing is beyond your pathetic being such yourself."

"Tell me the reason why I should not kill you. Just give me a single reason why you are still worthy enough to live."

"I will serve the master wholeheartedly as always, with my complete devotion."

"Just that? Nothing more?"

"I am not worthy to live. Please kill me, Master."

"Boring..."

He wanted to witness his last struggle during the final moments of his life, but he was bound to be disappointed. It wasn't possible, as this piece of trash was already under his complete control, unable to act of his own will.

"I want to comprehend this, I want to see it. Letting him die easily would be a waste."

Kael slowly lifted his hand and moved it towards the man's head. The man didn't dodge or scream; his expression remained unchanged, still emotionless.

Even if he had wanted to dodge, he couldn't. Although the hand seemed to move slowly, it was actually very fast and graceful.

But Kael didn't touch the man's body at all; he stopped just inches away.

Then, Kael pumped the primeval essence into one of the gu he possessed. His hands began to change color, and sharp, menacing claws made of purple flames appeared around them.

The space where he held his hand turned black, an absolute black spot, was formed devoid of any whiteness. The air rippled as the black spot produced a strong suction force, even absorbing the surrounding light.

It created a vacuum that sucked up everything but didn't last long and quickly ceased. The effect lasted less than a second.

Kael slowly withdrew his hand from the man, his palms closed. As he retracted his hand, the man's body fell to the ground, completely motionless and devoid of any life.

Kael didn't care about that; he slowly moved his eyes toward his hand and opened his palm slightly, not wanting the object within to erode away.

His palm wasn't empty; it held a small shard of light with a strange symbol engraved on it. Then, two of his fingers moved toward it and pulled out a long thread from beneath, beginning to weave it slowly.

After some time, the shard had become slightly smaller, and the strange symbol engraved on it was gone.

His fingers released their grip on the light, allowing it to hastily move towards the man's body.

As the light entered his body, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

"Kaff kaff!"

He began to suck in the air around him, afraid someone would take it away. After a whole minute of desperate breathing, the man looked at Kael with clear fear and terror in his eyes.

Kael was all too familiar with that expression, and he absolutely loved it. It was the expression of a man on the brink of death, the terror of one's life, the fear of the inevitable end.

"Please, I beg of you, please don't kill me. I will do anything for you. Please spare my life. I have small children at home, and my wife is pregnant.

I am needed. I can't die. Please think about it. Have some pity. Please spare my life, please spare my life," the man said, completely prostrated below him, grabbing his legs.

Thmp Thump Thump

The old man's heartbeat quickened along with his breathing as he slowly lifted his head to look at Kael's face, hope and expectation clearly visible in his eyes.

But he was bound to be disappointed, as the last glimmer of hope in his eyes shattered as soon as it met Kael's cold and calculating gaze.

Even if his hope was shattered, his will to live didn't let him die easily. His head remained still, but his eyes darted to every corner of the place, searching for a chance to escape.

Then, he abruptly stood up and ran, ran as fast as he could, as fast as his legs could carry him, without even thinking about Kael's attack or his own breathing.

Kael watched the running man and slowly tilted his head toward his left shoulder. He didn't run to catch or kill him; he just stood there, motionless and expressionless, his eyes fixed on the man, with nothing but disappointment reflecting in them.

The old man had not even covered a significant distance from Kael when dozens of cultivators in black robes appeared out of nowhere and blocked his path.

He still didn't give up despite his futile attempts. He looked around, hoping to find anything to escape, anything that would help him preserve his life.

But there was nothing, only the red sky. Even the sun had already set, leaving him alone, surrounded by a group of lifeless puppets and stared at by the cold gaze of a devil.

He was previously afraid for his life and death because there was hope of survival, but now he was devoid of any fear. He stood fearlessly and hopelessly, daring to meet the gaze of the demonic beast.

Fear is just the embodiment of hope. Where there is hope, there is fear, and where there isn't...

The man suddenly rushed toward Kael. "Even if I am going to die, I will take you along with me. I will be doing a great favor to those innocent lives by killing you." His legs ran, and his mouth ran even faster, spitting saliva all over, polluting the air.

But the next moment...

Kael looked at the dead meat running towards him with little amusement, though it didn't show on his face.

"Is this all you could do for your life?"

His right hand slowly lifted into the air, and two fingers collided, producing a snapping sound. The sound wasn't loud, but it covered a large distance, even louder than a scream could.

Snap!... Bammm...

The sound of a body falling to the ground followed.

The sound of the snap still echoed through the forest as Kael's eyes stared at the dead corpse of the man.

"One's strength corresponds to one's value of life. Some people say that every life is equal, even comparing the life of mere meat to that of humans. But they are ignorant, so ignorant. Life is nothing but a thing to be plundered by strength. If your strength can't save your life, then you are simply not worthy to live."

He then withdrew his gaze from the corpse and looked ahead at the cultivators while slowly tilting his head.

"Come... Come at me, fight me to the death, bathe me in that aromatic blood of yours. This is an order!"

The group of cultivators rushed towards him without uttering a single word.

...

A girl in black robes was running in the forest, her speed like that of the wind. However, it didn't look like she was running; running implies rushing, but her movements were too graceful to be called running. Her movements were silent, like the passing of the air, and smooth, like the flow of water.

It was night, and everything was covered by pure darkness. It was so dark that hardly anything was visible. It would have been impossible for a mortal to see anything, but she moved like a fish in water and an eagle in the sky.

Her movement abruptly stopped, and she paused as she sensed a strong presence of blood and death ahead of her.

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Author's thought:

Please give this poor cultivator some power stones,

It's not that I love begging, If I could I will exhort and plunder you,

Let's set the power stone goal,

If the power stones reached 200 this week, I will release 3 extra chapter.

Bye Bye,