NOVEL NEXT Chapter 332: Sliced in Half!?
Eryke's chest bore a gaping, bloody hole, and in an instant, his body liquefied into black ink, vanishing as if he had never existed.
"This…" The sect leader of the Thousand Iron Sect stared at the empty space, his bloodshot eyes wide with disbelief. "What the hell is this person?"
Everyone else froze, equally stunned. What in the world had just happened?
The veiled woman and her disciple arrived at the scene, their eyes fixed on the spot where Eryke had disappeared, sharing the same bewilderment as the others.
"Never in the entire history of Martial Arts have I seen anything like this," the veiled woman murmured, her whole body trembling.
The other Martial Artists also felt like they were seeing ghosts. Hadn't they just fought him, severely injuring him? And now, after his death, something like this happened, it was as if that wasn't Eryke at all…
"Master, should we go check on the Million Gold Sect?" the disciple asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"Hmm," the veiled woman nodded. "It is confirmed that Eryke has died. There is no possible way he could have survived. But the strange manner of his death has left everyone in shock. I suspect he is not entirely human, or perhaps he has practiced the Martial Arts from the Demonic Faction or the Shadow Faction."
"Yes." The zither woman also agreed with her master, but deep in her heart, she felt that something was off, she just couldn't put her finger on it.
When she first saw Eryke, his eyes burned with a fire that nothing could extinguish, and his choice to kill the Young Emperor had been absolute, filled with unwavering certainty.
If his end came like this, she would be disappointed.
The Eryke she had seen fight the army of Martial Artists felt completely different from the Eryke who wielded the Giant Sword Will in the auction to fight the Bow Demon.
It was as if they were two entirely different people.
"I can't put my finger on it," she murmured, quickly shaking her head with a sigh.
"I should stop having wild thoughts."
***
A giant sword soared through the air, and atop it stood a tall, golden-haired youth with boundless blue eyes.
He stared ahead, his expression stern and unwavering.
"I wonder if they'll be ready for this…" Eryke murmured casually, settling into a cross-legged position as a golden light radiated from his body.
In the next instant, a replica of him materialized. Though identical in appearance, the clone was far weaker, unable to wield his Sword Will, and destined to die within a day.
"Still a decent clone," he said, shaking his head.
This was the power of Kurogane, the Mythical Clone Grimoire. With it, he could create a clone of himself every hour.
However, the clone was undoubtedly weak. It was strong for a First-stage Martial Artist but feeble compared to a Transcendent Martial Artist, leaving it somewhere in between.
This was relying purely on a fraction of Eryke's raw strength, so just imagine how powerful he was even without his Sword Will.
"It's time to destroy the Million Gold Sect."
With unwavering resolve, Eryke slowly approached their headquarters. "Not bad, the intel from Gang Reyong is coming in handy."
The reason Eryke knew about their headquarters was simple: Gang Reyong. The Shadow Faction had planted many spies within this sect, and even though the leadership had changed, all the spies had already sworn loyalty.
Soon, his gaze fell upon a luxurious, massive building adorned with golden inlays, its Martial Trainees standing as mere guards. A plaque gleamed in gold letters: "Million Gold Sect."
"This will be fun." He cracked his fist, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
First, Eryke casually pointed his finger at the entrance. The Sword Will beneath him shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, gaining terrifying speed before crashing into the door.
Boom!
Dust erupted from the ground, nearly covering the entire surroundings from the sheer force of his Sword Will.
"Who is it?" a loud voice shouted from the cloud of dust. As it settled, a middle-aged Martial Artist emerged.
"Your father," Eryke spoke mockingly as his Sword Will surged again, tearing through the air before striking.
This slash was even more terrifying than the last. It cut through the Martial Artist's body with ease, slicing him in half before continuing to cleave the entire building in two.
"This… this…" The guards stationed around the perimeter were frozen in shock.
"The entire building of the Million Gold Sect is collapsing!"
They scrambled desperately to escape.
Meanwhile, Eryke landed on the ground with a casual flip of his body, his demeanor utterly relaxed.
The entire building split in two, collapsing in opposite directions as dust and debris clouded the air.
Eryke walked forward, step by step, unfazed. Amid the chaos of guards scrambling to escape, no one noticed him and even if they did, they couldn't have cared less.
As he neared the entrance, a deep, furious roar echoed through the ruins.
"Who did this? Tell me! Who dares attack the Million Gold Sect?"
In an instant, hundreds of figures surrounded Eryke, all radiating the power of the First-stage Martial realm.
At their forefront stood a rotund man adorned in gold and encrusted with gems worth more than an entire small sect.
"Are you the leader of the Million Gold Sect?" Eryke asked calmly.
"Yeah." The fat man's voice rumbled, veins bulging in his forehead as he squinted at Eryke. "Who are you?"
"Your death," Eryke replied.
The fat man's eyes widened as he carefully studied Eryke's features. His pupils froze. "You… you are Eryke."
"Yeah," Eryke said casually. "You sent a demon hunt for me, so I assumed you were looking for me. I decided to come for you instead."
"How… How is that possible? Weren't you in the—!?"
"That was also me, a clone of mine," Eryke replied, shrugging casually with complete nonchalance.
"Haha, good, good. You've come here, but don't expect to leave alive."