This was a world where above all else, strength was respected and even worshipped. With enough strength, rules and ws meant nothing.

  As a result, it unfortunately meant that sexual assault was a on occurren the martial world.

  The moment it was firmed that Ace was O’Brien’s biological son, most were able to guess what O’Brien had doo Milianna. Still, most didn’t even bat an eyelid, and for those that did, there was no shock or e, only a hint of pity which they forcibly suppressed for fear of what the War God would do if he se.

  But the moment Arianiohe word “rape”, the audience couldn’t help but react, but instead of shock or anything like that, it was fear they felt overwhelmed with.

  The killing ihat Arianna radiated was so dreadful it made Ace’s feel like a spring breeze. In faot even a prime saint-level warrior like Cesar, who had dedicated the majority of his life to the art of killing, could even begin to pare.

  It was so potent that some of the weaker mortals present, like Wharton, found themselves losing sciousness, and even the more powerful oruggled to catch their breaths, and none of them was actually the target of her anger, so it could be imagined how unfortable O’Brien was feeling.

  Despite being a supposedly ‘all-powerful’ deity, the moment the War God felt Arianna’s killing i, his eyes immediately stricted as his hairs stood on edge.

  There were four deities on the ti, but there was only one capable of making him feel genuine fear.

  As far as he was ed, the mysterious deity who ruled the forest of Darkness was an unfathomable being that could take his life with a mere thought. But that was Lord Beirut, and this was Arianna.

  Fet deities; Arianna wasn’t even at the peak of the saint realm! How could he possibly fear a trivial saint?

  That fear quickly morphed into all-out anger as he gred at Arianna, allowing his own killing io erupt like a volo.

  Though not as potent as Arianna’s, it was more than most present were able to bear.

  The moment he sehat, Carter shot off into the distance. He had already been warned by Arianna that if O’Brien appeared and things took a serious turn for the worst that he shouldn’t hesitate in taking Ad the others and esg.

  His as caused a rea, with everyone immediately turning to escape as far aossible as quickly as physically possible.

  Olivier, who had only woken up upon sensing Arianna’s fearful killing i, was still greatly fused as to what had happened during his slumber, but at that moment, he didn’t dare to waste time.

  He was still far from 100%, with his internal ans still severely damaged, but he uantly grabbed his unscious little brother and Talore, ing them both in his newly enhanced battle-qi, befn the doctor who had treated his wounds and esg at a speed far surpassing many of the saints around.

  Still, even as he was esg, he found himself subsciously hoping Ace would make it out alive. Though he didn’t know what was happening, he could guess it had something to do with his former oppo, but even after his loss, he found that instead of shame er, the only thing he felt for Ace was respect.

  Other than Arianna and O’Brien, the only one who hadn’t left was Fain.

  Although far more powerful than him, Fain and Desri were still barely strong enough to stay and watch from a safe distance.

  Unfortunately for Desri, he still had his wife to care for, so like the others, he took his wife a at a speed everyone else could only wat envy.

  “Fain,” O’Brien voiced coldly as he tio gre at Arianna. “Bring me, my child and woman!”

  “Yes, master!” Fain nodded respectfully as his body turned into a bolt of lightning.

  Unfortunately, before he could take off, at a speed that caught even O’Brien by surprise, Arianna’s body moved like a fsh of light appearing directly in front of the blue-haired expert, her swracefully arg through the air aiming to cut him in two from top to bottom.

  As a warrior who focused on the ws of lightning, Fain prided himself on his speed. Still, as the cold hard bde of Arianna’s sword desded, he could only wat horror, uo do a thing to stop it.

  Thankfully, though apparently not as fast as Arianna, his master had been a lot closer.

  Before she could plete her attack, Arianna’s sword was interrupted mid-ssh mere inches from Fain’s sweat-covered forehead.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” Arianna said as she looked at the -haired prime saint, the ers of her cherry lips arg up slightly as she pletely ignored O’Brien. “It’s been a while since I really got to stretch my legs, and your master on his own won’t be enough.”

  Like most of the others in the Pavilion, Arianna was also something of a battle-fiend, but with her current strength, there was hardly anyone who could give her a good battle. So finally, having found oppos who could st more thaack, she felt her blood starting to boil.

  It had been over 10,000 years since Arianna disappeared from the world, but today was the day she would remind everyone why she was once called ‘The Valkyrie’!

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  At the same time, a giant ball of fire could be seen streaking through the air like a meteor, rapidly approag the borders of the O’Brien Empire.

  Ihe ball of fire was Carter, who was carrying Ad the others on his back.

  Though it hadn’t even been a minute since everyone scattered from the top of the mountain, Carter had travelled hundreds of miles, going to show precisely how terrifyingly fast a magical beast at the peak of the saint realm was.

  Ordinarily, fet Milianna; it would be impossible for Ace to withstand the wiance whilst travelling at such a speed, but the giant sphere of fire encapsuting them was actually w as a barrier preventing aance from toug them – the inside of the ring was almost like a separate dimension.

  This was one of the Pavilion’s few saint-level teiques reserved for those whose prehension had reached the peak of the saint realm, called the [Pseudo Godrealm].

  Like the majority of the other teiques the Pavilion had in its libraries, this art of Arianna’s family’s teags.

  It was an ingenious teique that somewhat imitated the Godrealm of a deity. Unfortunately, as it was only an imitation, it didn’t have a suppression effe enemies inside, but it did allow the user to create an almost separate world where they could not only use their elemental teiques with far better energy efficy but also increased might.

  Anticipating the possibility of such a sario unfolding, Arianna had granted Carter the opportunity to learn it.

  Unfortunately, even though Carter was able to fly at his top speed without w about his passengers, speed had never been his forte. As a result, there were close to a dozen peak-level saints slowly gaining on them, all of whom were O’Brien’s disciples, and leading the pack was Byrius, who was doing nothing to hide his killing i.

  “We’re here to capture the boy and his mother,” A burly axe-wielding woman said as she gnced over her shoulder at her crimson-haired junior brother. “Don’t go overboard, Byrius!”

  “I don’t ao you, Tana!” Byrius growled back as he gave his sed sister a threatening gre.

  Tana didn’t back down from the inteare-off, clearly displeased with the attitude of this junior brother of hers.

  “Both of you o knock it off!” Magnar, O’Brien’s 3rd disciple, said indifferently. “Now isn’t the time for infighting; we’ve got a job to do.”

  Byrius may have been the most talented of O’Brien’s 20+ disciples and sidered by many of the junior brothers to be the stro besides Fain, but each of O’Brien’s five eldest disciples, was at the very peak of the saint realm, and like Byrius, each of them was a mere step away from being prime saints, as suone of them feared Byrius in the slightest.

  It was rare that all of them would gather like this, but when they did, tensions would rise. Still, they all khat if they allowed their infighting to be the reason Ad Milianna were allowed to escape, disciple or not, there would be nothing that could save them from their master’s fiery temper.

  Baside Carter’s [Pseudo-Godrealm], ay was starting to rise as, by now, everyone could feel that it wouldn’t be long before they were caught up to.

  Still, Ace didn’t seem to care in the slightest. His whole attention was on his mother, whom he could see was desperately and valiantly fighting to suppress her obviously overwhelming fear.

  “I’m…

  Okay…

  Stop…

  W…” Milianna stammered between forced breaths as she y back against Lance’s chest with her son’s hand in hers.

  Though she said that, her whole body was drenched i, and her face had paled drastically, but the worst part was that Ace could sehat the dition of her soul was worsening by the sed.

  He didn’t mind what happeo him, but if anything happeo his mother, despite her being the oo choose to e today, he would never be able to live with himself.

  Quite frankly, Ace’s dition wasn’t much better. Not only were the bones in his right arm shattered, every fibre of his being was screaming at him to rest. He was quite literally running on fumes just staying awake, but as he looked at his mother suffering before him, he couldn’t feel anything.

  Be it physiotional, Ace was uo feel anything. Subsciously he had suppressed all sense of feelings so as not to let himself be overwhelmed.

  Even as Carter’s [Pseudo-Godrealm] dissipated – with him uo maintain the ption any longer – Ace remaiterly emotionless.

  Without his domain to protect Ad the others, Carter was forced to slow down drastically.

  The moment they saw that, the eyes of Byrius and his fellow martial brothers and sisters lit up in anticipation.

  Their group was only a little over a kilometer away, which may sound like a lot, but to experts at that level, it may as well have been on top of them.

  The quickest to react was a white-haired middle-aged man. He was O’Brien’s fifth disciple, Rana – a warrior who specialised in the ws of wind.

  In a selfish attempt to garhe favour of his master, Rana shot forward like a bullet leaving his fellow brothers and sisters in the dust.

  Byrius gred at Rana unwillingly. He khat as soon as Ace fell into Rana’s hand, there would be no ce of him being able to orchestrate an act, but there was nothing he could do – Rana was simply too fast.

  “Why don’t you two e with me?” Rana ughed as his hands neared Ad Milianna, preparing to capture them both.

  Had he paid more attention to his surroundings, he would’ve noticed that, aside from Ad Milianna, the expressions of ay had all but vaaking their pce was one of relief – an odd expression sidering their current situation.

  It was only when Rana was virtually right on top of them that Ace reacted.

  It was at that moment that Rana finally sensed something was off.

  One word… One word ing from his master’s emotionless son was all Rana heard before his visio dark.

  “Die!”

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