“Run!” Five or six men and women were frightened out of their wits, shouting as they hurriedly fled backward. However, with their cultivation level, there was no chance of survival in front of a Sovereign Realm powerhouse.
In less than ten seconds, the six men and women were reduced to one, while the others turned into a mist of blood.
“Don’t… don’t kill me…” The remaining man didn’t have the courage to continue running and turned around, kneeling before Fabian Mills. He knew very well that the reason he hadn’t turned into blood mist was because the other party allowed it, or else he would have disappeared long ago.
“Answer questions for me!” Fabian said calmly. By sparing the man’s life, he hoped to gather some information.
“Wh-What do you want to know…” The man trembled all over.
“You came to Glavale’s Eastern Border, stirring up trouble. What’s your purpose?” Fabian asked.
“W-We were just following orders…” The man didn’t hold back, hesitating for a moment before continuing.
“The higher-ups wanted us to come here and settle an old score with Glavale, demanding one trillion in compensation from you.”
“If we refuse, you will attack us, is that right?” Wallace West furrowed his brows and asked.
“Yes, that’s right.” the man responded with difficulty.
“There should be a considerable number of Northfortia troops stationed at the Oriana border camp, right?” Fabian asked coldly. “How many are there in total?”
“Y-Yes, they stationed fifty thousand elite soldiers at the border, planning to enter Glavale’s territory together with our Oriana warriors.” The man hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully.
“Alright, that’s enough. Go join your companions!” After asking a few more questions, Fabian flicked his palm.
“Please spare me…” The man pleaded desperately.
Before he could finish his plea, he turned into a mist of blood, just like the others.
“Do you have a way to get me over there?” Fabian then turned to Wallace West and asked.
“What… what do you mean?” Wallace West was slightly taken aback.
“If they’ve come to Glavale, it’s only natural for us to pay them a visit in Oriana,” Fabian Mills said calmly. “Besides, if the people from Northfortia have traveled all this way to Oriana, we can’t let them have come in vain!”
“Sir, give me fifteen minutes. I’ll gather three hundred thousand Eastern Border soldiers to accompany you across the sea!” Wallace replied loudly.
“You don’t need to go!” Fabian waved his hand. “Just send me over!”
“You’re going alone?” Wallace was taken aback once again.
“It’s enough!” Fabian shrugged his shoulders.
“Well… alright!”
After taking a deep breath, Wallace nodded his head.
It would take about half an hour.
A Figure Carrying a big blade appeared on the border line between Oriana and Glavale.
“Who are you?!” The first to notice Fabian Mills was a hundred border soldiers of Oriana. One of the small leaders trembled and asked with fear. Just from the aura emanating from Fabian Mills, he could tell that this was definitely a formidable opponent that could make them despair.
“The one who will kill you!” Fabian revealed a bright smile. As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist flipped, and a curved blade aura slashed like lightning.
In the next moment, more than a dozen heads flew up into the sky, and blood spurted out like fountains.
“Ah… Don’t kill me… Spare my life please…”
The remaining people shouted hysterically. However, Fabian came here today with the intention of slaughter. How could he spare their lives? In less than two minutes, all hundred border soldiers died.
After dealing with these hundred people, Fabian strode towards Oriana’s border military camp. Along the way, he encountered several waves of people, and unsurprisingly, anyone who dared to intercept him was beheaded.
Ten minutes later, Fabian appeared in a military camp on the opposing side of the border, where the stationed fifty thousand Northfortia troops in Oriana were based. Then, without any nonsense, Fabian Mills swung his big blade, unleashing countless cold glimmers, slashing in all directions.
This time, a elder from Northfortia leading the group, with his God-Emperor Realm cultivation, was also unable to withstand Fabian Mills’ single strike and was beheaded. The battle lasted approximately five minutes, and all those among the fifty thousand Northfortia’s troops who had martial general-level skills or above were killed. The remaining few were required to sever one arm each and were allowed to keep their lives.
After leaving this military camp, Fabian Mills once again went to Oriana’s headquarters base on the border. Similar to the previous camp, anyone holding a position of corps commander or above, or with martial general-level cultivation, was beheaded, while the others severed one arm each.
“Damn you, you deserve to die!” Just as Fabian Mills walked out of the base courtyard, ready to return to Glavale, an extremely angry voice came from the entrance.
Then, an old man with only a few sparse hairs on his head walked in. Seeing the horrifying scene in the courtyard, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, his face was filled with boundless anger.
“Who the hell are you?!” The old man roared at Fabian Mills.
“A Second-Rank Sovereign, not bad!” Fabian replied, “If you want to make a move, do it quickly. I don’t have time to chat with you!”
“You deserve to die, I’ll kill you!” The old man roared in anger and then, like a ferocious beast, charged towards Fabian.
With his attack, the entire courtyard was enveloped in a terrifying pressure. The people from Oriana who had severed their arms trembled and quickly retreated.
“Die!” In no time, the old man shouted, and a phantom beast pounced towards Fabian.
However, in the face of the old man’s full-force attack, Fabian just glanced at him, casually lifted his hand, and unleashed a sharp blade aura. As the blade aura swept past, it was unstoppable, and the phantom beast exploded like paper, dissipating into nothingness.
At the same time, the old man slid back for dozens of meters before finally stopping. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his left arm fell to the ground, blood gushing out.
“Hmm…” The old man groaned, retreating another ten or so meters. His face was white as a sheet, and his aura was extremely weak.
“Do you know why I spared your life?” Fabian spoke.
“With your skills, you should have some status in Oriana. Go back and tell your country’s lord to think carefully. Today, provoking my Glavale, has he thought about how to make amends.”
“Commander Gardner from Glavale, will personally visit your country’s capital the day after tomorrow.”
“I hope by then he has already figured out a way to compensate, otherwise, the consequences will be severe!”