The moment the Broken Soul Blade solidified, wind howled around it. With the Broken Soul Blade as the center, the air around it constantly moved. The power constantly clashed and fused, turning into a vortex of power. Looking at that scene, both the masked men frowned at the same time.
However, they did not retreat. The panther-masked man said in a low voice, "I have to say. This guy really does seem a little dangerous. We mustn't delay it anymore. Let's end things quickly."
The moment that was said, the two of them rushed right at Fane. They attacked with their swords in hand at the same time. There was a cold look in Fane's eyes. He looked like a death god in the dark as he pushed his hands forward. The Broken Soul Blade shot forward at the two of them like an
arrow.
With two clear twangs, the two of them felt their arms go numb. It was as if the swords in their hands had clashed with a large mountain. Right after that, a strange energy rapidly climbed up the swords in their hands.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
It was a rotting force that caused them to freeze. The swords in their hands seemed to constantly crumble like hot steel that was thrown into ice. They paled as they quickly retreated, but it was already too late.
That energy had already climbed into their hands, entering their body through that. The two of them felt like their souls were being bit apart by ten thousand ants. The pain was indescribable. Suddenly, the two of them cried out in agony. Everything had happened too quickly. They were already on the ground before they could even react.
With a clang, the pain had caused them to lose control of themselves. They could no longer even hold their swords.
The panther-masked man shouted loudly, "What is this?! It hurts! Why is it so painful?!"
The two of them cried out in agony as they rolled on the ground. Their arrogance from just now had completely disappeared. Fane scoffed as he looked at the two of them with a cold expression in his eyes.
The two of them might be from a holy grade clan, but they were definitely not chosen disciples. At the most they were just inner disciples. Fane would not even be afraid to go against two chosen disciples, let alone inner disciples.
He had spoken so much with the two of them earlier merely because he wanted answers. Fane took a
deep breath as he slowly walkedet
towards them. The two of them were already rolling on the ground, looking like pathetic beggars.
Rudy rushed over as well. He was quite happy looking at how much of a pathetic state the two of them were in. He could not stop himself from punching the panther-masked man in the face, but that little bit of pain was only able to cause the masked man to flinch a little.
After all, he was going through the most painful thing in the world, so being punched was nothing at all. On top of them, he had already lost his senses. Other than crying out in agony, he did not react at all.
Rudy huffed and said, "Let's see if you can still show off and act arrogantly in front of us? Aren't you so amazing? Why can't you toot your own horn anymore?!"
Alfred rushed over angrily as well, kicking the two of them. After torturing them for a moment, Fane dispelled the energy in their souls for a moment. When the pain diminished, the two of them slowly came to their senses.