953 Divine Stage. *BOOM*

A loud explosion was heard. The giant and magnificent gates of the Skythorn Falcon City's City Manor were smashed into smithereens. The Culprit was Valkin Canine, a Peak Saint Stage Catkin.

The Catkin stepped onto the broken piece of the door as he walked into the City Manor boldly.

Behind him, were 3 more Catkins who walked into the enemy territory without any fear on their faces.

"WHO DARES!?"

Sheba, a Peak Saint Stage Falconkin shouted as he, along with 27 more Saint Stage Cultivators appeared in front of these 4 Catkins.

However, even with 28 Falconkins surrounding them, there was not even a single trace of fear on any of the Catkins' faces. They just looked at the Falconkins as if they were looking at dead people.

Seeing their attitudes, the Falconkins frowned in confusion.

Were they trying to be brave or something?

But that was outright foolish. The other Falconkins who were behind these 28 Saints were frowning in confusion as well. Some even started mocking the Catkins.

However, the close aides of Prima, the 4 Peak Saint Stage Cultivators who were left behind and knew everything had different expressions on their faces.

Especially Sheba,

His eyes fell on the white-haired woman and,

"You are alive," Sheba commented.

"Surprised?" Rune stepped forward and spoke with a slight smile on her face. The air of confidence around her as she stood in front of a Peak Saint, an existence who could defeat her with his eyes closed was surprising.

Sheba, however, didn't do anything. With the Catkins barging into the City Manor like this, he had a rough idea of the situation, especially as he glanced at the white-

haired man.

"You betrayed us."

"You betray those who are your allies, don't act like you were my brother's ally." Rune, like a protective big sister stepped in front of her brother and spoke with a cold look on her face.

that?" Sheba chuckled. It was as if

care about what he was thinking, rather, she just smiled back and,

smile, Sheba narrowed

know what you are

are here to

hot-blooded Falconkin spoke up. He didn't know what was happening and neither did he care, these 4 bastards dared to walk into

the hotblooded Falconkin extended his arm and tried

*Burst*

Body burst

"!!!"

in horror. The Hotblooded Falconkin died and he didn't even get the chance to scream. It was a quick, merciless death, heck, there wasn't even

of the man was the Blood puddle that was on

"…"

Silence fell over

he was merely an Initial Stage Saint, the fact

something any

A Divine Stage Cultivator…

feeling washed over

*Thud*

was thrown on

was a round object that was still rolling on the ground, however, when the 'object' finally

eyes in absolute horror. Their bodies froze in fear as deafening

"L-L-Lord P-Prima…"

lost all his color and his previous calm disposition

could he possibly be calm

was thrown away like some kind of trash was the severed head of the Strongest Cultivator of their City,

any need for further explanation,

as she glanced at

"…"

in no position to

"LORD!!"

of Prima's 6 wives, Iris Skythorn. A woman who gave her entire life to Prima. Seeing his

the surrounding moved

"Aaagghhh!!"

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