He slashed out with his sword. It was like a cold gleam in the midst of the vast darkness, growing larger and larger, until, in the end, it seemed as if this single slash could cut through all things in the world, leaving one in awe.
When the sword light dissipated, only ten bodies remained on the ground. Ten bodies lying there, their eyes wide open, filled with resentment, yet silenced by a single sword thrust.
Ten out of the twelve guards were finished.
“This is… a grandmaster… damn it, a grandmaster, how could it be!”
Pierre Harding took two steps back, his face filled with shock as he looked at the scene before him.
Grandmaster!
In the world of cultivators, there were twelve stages. Above them were the grandmasters, the ultimate power in the world. Even in their Harding family, only the old man had such strength.
But this Robin, he was a grandmaster.
“How is it possible, grandmaster, you’re actually a grandmaster. Weren’t you at the eleventh stage? Even if you were at the twelfth, we were prepared, we had a way to deal with it. But why, why are you a grandmaster?”
At this moment, Pierre Harding had lost all his previous calm, his face still full of shock.
This man, why was he a grandmaster.
In the whole world, grandmasters, were less than ten in number.
And now, there was one more, this Kisia Primus.
“I’m sorry, I just happened to break through,” Robin grinned, showing his white teeth.
“Run, run quickly.”
Pierre Harding immediately turned around, ready to flee. He could think of nothing else but fear, Grandmaster, this was a Grandmaster.
He couldn’t deal with it.
However, after he had taken only two steps, he found Robin standing in front of him. A three-foot long sword in his hand stabbed through his chest, his heart was punctured, and as Pierre Harding fell, he was still mumbling, “Harding family, we’re in danger.”
Yes, they were in danger.
They had been scheming, preparing for one generation after another, finally in this era, they wanted to dominate one side, even at the cost of allying with foreign races, leaving a lasting infamy, just to gain their own power.
But they never expected to encounter such a monster. A genuine monster.
Not even thirty years old, yet already a grandmaster. Truly a monster.
The Harding family, why did they choose to dominate at this time?
They chose the wrong time. They should have endured for another generation or two. Sadly, there were no what-ifs.
“He’s… so handsome…”
At this point, Alison, who had just managed to deal with those small fry downstairs and had just come up, happened to witness this scene, and it left a huge impact on her.
That single effortless slash.
That elegant yet terrifying smile.
That invincible posture left a huge impression in her heart.
So handsome.
Really handsome.
At this moment, she didn’t care about anything else, this man was so handsome, she had a crush, but she didn’t choose to approach Robin because she knew Robin already had a wife.
However, Alison casually touched her stomach, her face a little flushed, murmuring, “Although I can’t get any closer to you, I will give birth to your child, this is my only wish.”
She knew that after a girl did that kind of thing, she would get pregnant.
She was also pregnant.
Originally, she was prepared to abort it, because this child shouldn’t have come into this world, but now she had changed her mind, she wasn’t going to abort, she would give birth and raise it herself.
She wouldn’t marry in this life. She would just guard this child, her own child.
Thinking of this, a trace of maternal radiance appeared on Alison’s face.
“Damn it.”
Iron Teeth, who had been scared stupid, suddenly ran towards the exit. The other Iron Fists, who hadn’t participated in the fight, also crazily ran towards the exit at this moment.
They had given up. There was no chance of victory. A hundred percent chance of death.
However, when they reached the door, a dagger appeared. Alison, agile as a cat, moved swiftly. Iron Fists swung a punch, but Alison dodged it swiftly. She then used her dagger to slash at his neck. Iron Teeth was so shocked that he collapsed on the ground.
Alison didn’t spare him either. He was no good person, having consumed many lives. In reality, Alison’s combat strength was inferior to both of them, even individually. However, Iron Teeth was already so frightened that he had completely lost his combat prowess.
As for Iron Fists, the fist he wielded was the sharpest weapon. It had been cut, and was still bleeding profusely. Moreover, he was a power-type, slow in action, while Alison was adept at evasion. It was only natural that he had his neck slashed.
Following that, Alison didn’t rest. She dealt with the remaining small fries. Being dispatched by Mr. Berger, she naturally had some skill.
In the end, there were only a few survivors left in the hotel, including James Harding and Dylan Harding. Both men had dark expressions on their faces. They had lost, thoroughly defeated. In front of true power, all plots were useless.
James Harding sighed, then turned to Robin and said, “Primus, can we make a deal? Dylan is still young. I’m willing to exchange my life for his.”
“You old fool, you have no shame,” Alison, having dealt with the other small fries, walked over and scolded, “Young? He’s over twenty, still young? When he was plotting against us earlier, he seemed quite vigorous. Where was his youth then? Moreover, you deserve to die. Offering your life for his, what a joke. You must be regressing with age.”
“Ah.” James Harding sighed again, his legs weakening, ready to kneel. He had only this one son. He loved Dylan Harding dearly. He didn’t want Dylan Harding to die just like that. This child should have a promising future.
However, Dylan Harding held him up. His gaze was firm as he said, “Father, stand up. We do not kneel.” He barely managed to support his father.
Then, Dylan Harding looked directly at Robin for a long time before saying, “I can be your spy within the Harding family. Although you’re a grandmaster, you can’t handle a 600, 000-strong army. You can run, but you won’t.”
While a grandmaster might not be able to handle 600, 000 soldiers, he could run, and no one could catch him. But Robin wouldn’t run. Because behind Robin were tens of millions of Kisia civilians. Even if it meant shedding his last drop of blood, Robin wouldn’t retreat.
“Moreover, my Harding family has a grandmaster. In South Land, there’s also a grandmaster. If you cooperate with me, I can help you annihilate the Harding family. I was born in the Harding family, raised in the Harding family. No one knows the Harding family better than I do.” Dylan Harding spoke, his expression indifferent.