Chapter 184: Shock Across All Sides
Two figures, one in front and one behind, moved swiftly through Dark Moon City under the cover of night. In less than a moment, Rod reached the outskirts of the city. Gazing at the forest, he breathed a sigh of relief before vanishing into it with a few quick movements.
The forest was dense and the terrain complex. As soon as he entered, Rod felt relieved. Under the cover of darkness, with the forest as a shield, he was confident he could shake off the old man behind him. Imagining the old man’s furious reaction, Rod felt a surge of pleasure.
When he reached the outskirts of Dark Moon City and saw the figure disappear into the forest, the old man from the Nash family widened his eyes and stopped reluctantly, his heart boiling with anger. If he could, he would set the entire forest on fire right then, but he dared not—such an act would undoubtedly provoke widespread wrath, and his Nash family couldn’t afford that kind of fury.
“Don’t let me catch you!” the old man roared fiercely at the dense forest outside.
He was the former head of the Nash family, the father of the current head, and the most powerful figure in the Nash clan. All this time, he had been holding back his anger, only to have it unleashed like a fuse by this man in black. Standing there, he couldn’t help but shout in fury.
First, his grandson was killed by some mysterious stranger who appeared out of nowhere. That was bad enough, but when he sent someone to avenge him, the entire Nash family nearly suffered irreversible damage due to that stranger’s influence. The stranger’s background scared him to death.
Fortunately, that stranger was eventually killed by the God-Annihilating Thunderbolt, and his grandson’s revenge was taken. Yet even though the Nash family avoided disaster, it was severely weakened. Not to mention having to swallow their grievances over the trade fair, they were already uneasy due to the hostility from the Dragon Clan and the Black Phoenix Clan.
Now, another powerful figure had appeared and set his sights on their family. Over the past few days, the family had suffered heavy losses—one skilled member after another falling. Today, they even had to endure being slapped in front of everyone.
That guy was so audaciously stupid as to kill many people in his own mansion—it was absolutely a disgrace and a huge provocation. Yet even so, that cunning fellow managed to escape. How could anger be described in words? Filled with rage, he became the focus of those few people in the city who still lingered in this world of lights and revelry. One or two of them even recognized his identity and stared in shock, wondering what could have made this man, who had remained hidden for years, so enraged.
Glaring angrily at the forest, the old man hesitated for a long time before reluctantly returning to his mansion. That man’s strength was considerable, as could be seen from his speed. Even though he tried his best to chase him, he failed to catch up, and the other man escaped far ahead. With such strength, even if he managed to catch up, he might not be able to kill him. Moreover, entering the forest rashly could mean falling into an ambush.
That night, the Nash family went mad. When all its members returned, they fell silent. That night, roars and shouts could be clearly heard coming from the Nash family’s mansion late into the night.
That night, the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan was also uneasy. The news sent by the Nash family late at night made them feel uneasy. That night was turbulent; it was destined to be restless.
The next day, Dark Moon City went mad, as did the Source of Darkness. No one knew how the news of the Nash family’s ambush spread, but it reached everyone’s ears.
Suddenly, the Nash family became a laughingstock and the focus of attention. That guy, who had disappeared for three days, stirred up another storm. Last night, it was said that he single-handedly killed three Nash family warriors of the late Saint level in front of a late quasi-divine level warrior and an early divine level warrior. Then he stormed into the Nash family’s mansion and fought a fierce battle.
In the end, after entering the mansion, he fought against the Nash family’s guard team. Fighting bravely, he killed eleven mid-to-late Saint level warriors from the Nash family’s guard team, as well as two intermediate quasi-divine level warriors and one early quasi-divine level warrior. Even one late quasi-divine level warrior lost his life.
In just one night, the Nash family lost eighteen members, including many skilled fighters. This drove the Nash family crazy, left everyone stunned, and filled them with amazement.
The Nash family undoubtedly became a laughingstock, especially as some hostile forces took advantage of the situation to mock and gloat.
According to insiders, after raiding the Nash family’s estate, that last man managed to escape Dark Moon City under the pursuit of the Nash family’s patriarch, leaving them no chance to retaliate. Having had their stronghold raided without any real counteraction, every member of the Nash family felt as if they wanted to burrow underground. Their dignity was shattered, their pride trampled, and their former arrogance vanished instantly. Soon after, everyone’s attention turned once again to the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan. Everyone knew that the person who had appeared recently was targeting both the Nash family and the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan. Now that the Nash family had suffered severe blows and was almost crippled, it no longer held much strength—next would be the turn of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles. People were speculating when this guy would strike at the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan; some said it would be in the next few days, while others believed it probably wouldn’t happen, as the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan had sent many strong fighters, and that man alone wouldn’t be able to strike again—after all, the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles weren’t as easy to bully as the Nash family. Still, they remained the focus of everyone’s attention. As for the mysterious man who had appeared, there were also many speculations. Those who knew some insider information couldn’t help but link this incident to what had happened a month earlier. A month ago, the two clans joined forces to hunt down Rod, who had appeared like a comet, only to bring about the God-Destroying Thunder Calamity that led to Rod’s death. Could revenge have begun now? Was it the Dragon clan? Or the Black Phoenix clan? These two clans had a good relationship with Rod, as everyone knew, and they had a poor relationship with both the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles and the Nash family, which everyone had also witnessed. Or perhaps the mysterious avenger was someone from Rod’s clan, that mysterious family, or that reclusive expert—after all, raising a super-stronger like Rod at such a young age wasn’t something an ordinary person or family could accomplish! In everyone’s eyes, it was impossible for him to have learned everything on his own; there must be some force supporting him. More importantly, if it were just him alone, how could he gain the favor of the Dragon clan and the Black Phoenix clan, or obtain the Purple Star VIP status given by the trading guild—a privilege even the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles didn’t have. Amidst all these speculations, those who insisted that Rod was an illegitimate child of the Dragon clan or the Black Phoenix clan seemed to have the upper hand, saying that the one coming for revenge this time was a top-tier strongman from one of those clans. Only then could the two clans suffer a setback.
Chaos ensued, with everyone watching in amusement as they awaited what would happen next. Dark Moon City became the center of a massive vortex.
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“Hehe, that kid is truly ruthless!” Sognar, who heard the news in the morning, sat there frowning and sighing, before finally saying excitedly, “He’s bold enough to risk his life. Who knows how he’ll die? If not for his insane speed, even that old guy from the Nash family would have caught up to him yesterday.”
Lilith, on the other hand, remained relatively calm but frowned slightly, speaking angrily, “Rod’s actions are far too reckless and impulsive. One wrong move and he could be in grave trouble.”
“What’s there to worry about? He can’t die. Don’t worry! What more will that kid do in the meantime? We’ll see. But it’s better if he stays out of trouble for now! The Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles and the Nash family are furious—like rabid dogs biting without thinking of consequences!” After hearing Lilith’s words, Sognar also sighed helplessly.
Not only were Sognar and Lilith talking inside this mansion, but in the palace of Dark Moon City, Aida gazed at the distant sky in deep thought. Of course, she was aware of these wildly spread rumors—she even learned of them earlier than others, as she found out right after the incident at the Nash family’s estate last night. Thankfully, Rod had escaped; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so calm. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she worried about Rod’s future.
Meanwhile, by the small lake, Eirwen was unusually lost in thought, a faint smile on her lips. “It’s really surprising. He’s indeed a bold guy—daring to go after the Nash family’s estate alone. Is it skill giving him confidence, or just brute strength with a simple mind? I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
“The Nash family, the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles—what more can you do? You’ve been treated as a joke long enough! But this is good too. It weakens your arrogance and strength, giving our opposition factions some time to prepare!” Then, pulling herself back from her thoughts, Eirwen murmured to herself.
Not only those who knew Rod well but also those who didn’t were discussing this man, who was even more insane than the Rod of a month ago, in various places.
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All sides were in turmoil, but Rod, as the one involved, didn’t care at all. By the Sun and Moon Lake outside Dark Moon City, he leisurely enjoyed the rushing water of the waterfall.
He escaped here last night. Feeling that the old guy hadn’t pursued him any further, he stayed here in peace. A night of cultivation restored his combat energy to its optimal level, and the few minor wounds he had were no threat at all. During the day, he had no intention of moving on but instead sat there, carefully observing the waterfall, the green mountains, and the lush fields.