Zen reached the man going to kiss Zen's sister, but was too late.
"AAAACK!", "THAT BWITCH BWIT MWY TWONGUE OFF!", the man screamed in pain, throwing the girl away from him.
The man's ally stabbed the girl.
He swung his sword. The girl fell to the ground, motionless.
Zen felt anger that couldn't be described with words, an overwhelming desire for revenge took over his body.
Holding his sword up to his left hand, he split it in two.
Blood dripped, his body trembled with pain.
"Blood Demonic Art-
The two men, this time, decided not to be stupid and ran to Zen, both aiming for his head.
He ducked again, "Impure-
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The men, again, swung their swords, this time aiming to immobilise Zen. One of them slashed Zen's thigh while the other cut Zen's uninjured arm off.
"-Parasite Sacrifice.", Zen's body was engulfed with a dark red Qi, his mouth transformed into ant-like fangs.
Within an instant, his wounds healed, the hand he cut in half joined itself.
The men previously trying to kill Zen, dropped , their bodies torn apart.
Zen ran into the fire, no control over his actions, he killed his friends and foes alike.
Every single person was torn apart, ruthlessly.
On the opposite side of the Sect..
A man jumped onto the wall.
"Was I too late- What the fuck."
He jumped into the sect, scouring for survivors.
'Who the hell even managed to do thi-
Zen stood a few meters away, looking over his shoulders at the man who just entered the sect.
"Oh.", "That's who did it!", the man spoke.
Zen closed the distance, swinging his hand right onto the man's neck.
The man blocked the swing without any difficulty.
The man jumped atop a burning building.
Zen looked around, finding the man standing atop a building.
He jumped, pulling his arms back, preparing to behead the man.
"Gaiten, Weaver Of Worlds, First Flick.", the man spoke, flicking his finger at Zen.
Zen was beheaded.
The man jumped down, cushioning his fall with one of the many other dead bodies.
The man held his hand up, touching his index finger and thumb to each other, preparing to snap.
Zen's head morphed back into its normal state.
"Wait... IS THAT ZEN?!"