Chương 25: Darkness

Yura's amethyst eyes were glimmering next to the fire, captivating my thoughts. Sensing my stare, she suddenly tilted her head up to me, giving a light snort before turning around, hiding her rice ball behind her body as if sensing I was going to steal it.

Laughing at her childish behavior, I turned to the new moon as a savage smile spread across my face.

"I'm going to take care of the garbage," I said before fading into the darkness, shocking Yura as she could not feel my presence.

Leaping to the top of the tree, I hid my aura before rushing to the last pulse of qi I felt from earlier. Like a rocket, I shot through the forest, leaping from tree to tree like a ninja my hands flowing in the wind as I re-enacted to a particular anime. Visibility was not a problem as everything looked as bright as day from my perspective.

After ten minutes of sprinting, I quickly stopped standing high upon a large bulky tree blending into the darkness. A light fire could be seen showering the area in light, causing me to chuckle inwardly. What type of foolish assassin tries to kill someone and makes a fire.

Dropping down, I landed on the ground, making sure not to make even a tremor of noise. My pulse was inaudible, and my body was one with the darkness. Silently stepping forward, I could hear the soft sound of moans.

With his hand over his cock I could see Wynnstan Aytone groaning as he stared at a massive portrait of Yura. In his own world, he didn't even notice me standing a few meters away from him.

"YES, YES, YES YOU LIKE THAT DON'T YA, YOU LITTLE CUNT. "Wynnstan roared as he released a small amount of white mass all over the portrait. With his hand still wrapped around his cock, he began smearing his semen over her face, smiling with infatuation.

'Oh my god,' Disgust flashed across my eyes as I gasped. I didn't even want to kill him using my spear. Feeling that it would only disgrace the will of my blade.

Shaking my head, I grinned sinisterly as I pulled the arrow Wynnstan shot at me earlier. Flickering forward, I appeared right next to him, stabbing the arrow tip through his pee hole. A squeal that sent a chill down my spine sounded as Wynnstan began foaming at the mouth.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH," Despair filled his heart as he looked down, howling. His arms flailing madly around. While the Night Rose poison quickly began dissolving his family jewels along with his manhood.

A laugh escaped from my mouth as I saw him clutching his empty crotch screaming for his father repeatably. Tears of blood cascaded down like streams as he begged, "Father! Father! Please! Please help me. Please."

My laughter suddenly could not be hidden as it grew even more powerful, losing the elegance I portrayed as my golden eyes shimmered with a black light.

"Wynnstan Aytone, son of Barron Amon Aytone. Tell me, how do you wish to die." I asked, sending a powerful kick to his face. The crunching of bones vibrating out as his face quickly became indented.

"PLEASE, YOUNG MASTER, FORGIVE ME, PLEASE!!!" Wynnstan shouted as he coughed up a mouth full of blood and teeth.

Sneering, I looked up, knowing that Grimlor and the other were currently watching this little show. Giving a cruel smile, I eyed Wynnstan, whose lower body was slowly turning black as the midnight sky.

"Than beg, beg me, little Barron. Tell me why I should let you live." I asked, knowing that killing him would leave me in hot water similar to a certain Marquess.

Narrowing my gaze, I could see Wynnstan kneel, " It-It-It was father's idea! He said that if we kill you, we would be rewarded. He..."

BANG?!!!!

Suddenly Wynnstan head exploded in a mist of fine blood as a figure dressed in all black appeared—his gaze dead as a corpse yet housing a terrifying power deep within. My mind began to race, but my body did not move.

"The Order of Shadow," I said with a tranquil sound, not allowing the fear I was feeling to control me.

"Target Eliminated," the man's monotone voice announced before vanishing.

Looking at the corpse, I could see Victoria appear out from the darkness with a sad, almost pitiful gaze. She bent down, lifting his broken, mutilated body with care.

Disgust flashed through my eyes as I snorted, "You feel pity for this trash? Playing with himself in the middle of the forest to a royal. Shooting at me with a poison-tipped arrow. Instructor, have you gone mad?" I questioned, sneering with absolute disdain for a woman holding trash with such care.

Taking a step back, I left the scene with a cold expression. The timing of The Order of Shadow's appearance was far too convenient. It felt like Wynnstain death was not a planned killing but rather a rushed job.

Oswin is the only one that can control the Shadows, but this move doesn't make sense. Shaking my head, I looked at Yura, who was still eating a massive rice ball, her head bobbing up and down as she smiled beautifully as she kept munching down.

"How many of those things do you have," I questioned as she huffed, taking a massive bite.

Seeing the cold goddess eating so cutely, I gave a grin before sitting in the lotus position, not feeling like eating. There were far too many questions and not enough answers. Feeling frustrated, I closed my eyes as qi from all around was devoured. Like a hungry beast, I kept absorbing the Qi of heaven and earth.

With the twelve divergent openings, the qi I require for each stage was far more than what the average cultivator needed. Even those with special bloodlines like the Snow's paled in comparison in the number of resources I would need to breakthrough.

Demonic Sacrilege was a cultivation technique, but it was far too complicated to even begin understanding. I had spent nine years trying to figure it out but to no avail. However, even if I didn't understand, that wasn't going to stop me from using it.

I had come to a decision nine years ago that if I was to die, then I will be dying seeking power or knowledge. Gritting my teeth, I pushed for the first time the Demonic Sacrilege technique to its limit.