At this moment, one hundred men and women rushed out of the mansion, all dressed in Daoist robes with serious expressions and powerful auras. Leading them were four old men of varying ages, all of whom exuded an unyielding strength.
The weakest on among them was the blue-robed old woman at the peak of War God-Emperor, while the black-robed old man was already a First-Rank Sovereign.
“As expected, just like what Minister Woolery guessed. You really do treat the capital as your own backyard. Come if you want to come and leave if you want to leave!” Otis Hum frowned slightly after sensing the cultivation levels of these four elders.
“How about it, Lord Hum? Do you still think that you can handle this alone?” Caesar Santos continued speaking.
“What if I join in?” Another elder’s voice rang out as soon as Caesar Santos finished speaking.
Then a clothed old man strolled into the mansion gate. It was none other than Elder Milo Guzman from War Department. Although he did not attend the cabinet meeting earlier on, he and Donald received news at first notice.
After hanging up their phones, they rushed out from War Department courtyard separately before dialing Otis Hum’s and Zero Rowe’s mobile phones respectively. Over phone calls with Otis Hum earlier on, he briefly explained what had happened so that Milo Guzman could rush over here immediately.
“Lord Hum, sorry for being late due to some delays on my way here.” After arriving near Otis Hum’s side, Milo Guzman greeted him.
“Elder Guzman, don’t have to mind it, you arrived just in time.”
“That’s good!” Milo Guzman smiled back.
“Milo Guzman? Is that really you?” Caesar Santos obviously knew who Milo Guzman was.
The four elders behind Caesar Santos also seemed familiar with him; their eyes flashed with wariness simultaneously.
“Caesar Santos! Long time no see!” After scanning through all four people present there, Milo Guzman turned his head towards Caesar Santos and spoke lightly, “Your Saint Sky Sword Pavilion is quite impressive! Even infiltrating into our cabinet. I underestimated your abilities!”
Speaking up till here, his tone suddenly changed, “A group of parasites within our country harbor ambitions beyond your station. You are deserving death! Does Saint Sky Sword Pavilion really want to be annihilated?”
Caesar Santos breathed heavily before pointing at Gavin Langstaff lying on ground. “I’ll hand him over to you, and I’ll evacuate my people from the city immediately. From now on, I won’t step foot in the city again. What do you think?” asked he.
“Humph, what do you take this city for?” Otis Hum sneered.
“What do you want to do?” Caesar Santos took a deep breath before asking cautiously. “You better not go too far, or else…”
“Everyone can live if they cripple their cultivation!” Milo Guzman interrupted him with a stern voice. “Otherwise, there will be no mercy!”
“Milo Guzman, are you really going to take it that far?” Caesar Santos took another deep breath and spoke in a low voice. “We’re willing to die for this cause.”
“You idiot!” Milo Guzman cursed at him. “You think you have what it takes to die alongside us? Don’t make me laugh.”
“You…” Caesar Santos was so angry that his face turned red.
“Enough talk! You have ten seconds to decide whether or not to cripple your cultivation! If not, none of you will survive!” Milo Guzman interrupted once again.
“Humph! In that case, let me see what tricks the Grand Elder of Glavale’s War Department has up his sleeve!” Caesar Santos glared at Milo Guzman with rage.
“As you wish,” replied Milo Guzman in a low voice.
Then he turned his head towards Otis Hum and said, “Lord Hum, kill everyone else.”
“Don’t worry, I guarantee no one will escape,” nodded Otis Hum firmly before waving his hand. “Everyone listen up! Guard both entrances; no one is allowed inside.”
“Yes, sir!” Responded SHADOW guards and Central Sky Office men in unison.
“You bastards!” Caesar Santos frowned as he felt his aura rising along with anger surging through him. Then he waved his hand and ordered, “Attack!”
“Alright!” The four elders behind him responded as they charged towards Otis Hum along with their followers.
Although they were wary of Otis’s skills but surrendering without fighting back was unrealistic when being asked by an enemy who demanded them all self-cripple their own cultivation levels.
Rather than being slaughtered like sheep waiting for slaughterhouse processing line conveyor belt fate – why not fight back? There might still be some hope left after all.
“Don’t overestimate yourselves,” snorted Otis Hum coldly as he raised his hands against them while simultaneously increasing power level instantly.
The strength gap between both sides was huge except for those four elders; everyone else had below Emperor Realm level cultivation which made them nothing more than ants compared to Otis’s power level capabilities..
A gust of wind swept through, and immediately five or six people fell to the ground.
Without exception, all six bodies had lost their breath while still in mid-air. They tumbled to the ground and lay motionless.
Except for four elderly men, everyone who had charged forward stopped abruptly with panic on their faces.
It was too terrifying; charging forward would mean certain death!
After exchanging glances, they all fled towards the entrance of the courtyard for their lives.
“You fools! You’re asking for death!” The black-robed elder from the other side roared as he raised his hand and sent several palm strikes towards them.
Several slower runners were immediately thrown out by his strikes. Like those before them, they landed on the ground with a twist of their heads and no movement thereafter.
“Elder, spare us!” The remaining people shouted in terror as they ran desperately towards the entrance.
Otis Hum glanced at them but didn’t pay any attention. There were hundreds of SHADOW and Central Sky Office personnel guarding outside; these people rushing up would be like trying in vain.
“Three of you, let’s fight him together!” Then, turning to his three companions with a deep voice, he said.
The three nodded simultaneously.
Immediately, all four activated their most powerful moves and attacked Otis Hum together. For a time being there was an intense battle between five figures amidst raging winds and surging waves of energy everywhere around them.
“Are you qualified to fight me with such weak power?” Otis Hum spoke calmly as he flashed out again.
The five persons began fighting fiercely together. Five figures constantly flashed back-and-forth while violent momentum surged out from within this battlefield. Although Otis Hum fought alone against four opponents at once – due to his higher level cultivation – it wasn’t long before he gained control over this encounter forcing those four backwards step-by-step.
Meanwhile, a kilometer away Milo Guzman’s battle against Caesar Santos had also entered into white-hot state after dozens of rounds where both sides remained evenly matched despite each other’s efforts.
“Milo Guzman,” Caesar Santos spoke after another exchange between them, “Leave yourself some room for maneuvering so we can meet again someday without grudges lingering.”
“You talk too much,” Milo Guzman glanced at him coldly. “Show me your trump card now so I can see if your swordsmanship has improved or not.”
Caesar Santos let out a deep breath before drawing a three-foot ancient sword from his body.
“As you wish!” he said, narrowing his eyes. He then released the sword, which hovered above his head.
In the next moment, the sword split into fifteen identical clones. Immediately after, each of the fifteen swords flew towards Milo Guzman in their respective trajectories with an overwhelming force that covered the sky and blocked out the sun. It was as if fifteen people were attacking him at once.