Chapter 182: Ambush
“We wish we could too, but that kid is quite skilled—he didn’t leave any clues at all. Now we have no idea where he’s hiding!” Sognar said helplessly, looking grim.
They had heard a bit about the major moves being made by the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles. It was said that among the experts sent this time were several mid-stage divine-level warriors, and even two late-stage divine-level fighters were in charge. It was a truly formidable lineup, and deploying such forces showed that the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles were desperate after being terrified by Rod.
Sognar wasn’t stupid—he could guess what would happen once those people arrived. If they encountered that kid, things might really get troublesome. All they could do now was pray that the kid would stop soon or that they could get some information through other channels.
“Hey, we can only take it one step at a time. Everyone, be extra careful lately. If anyone finds out where that kid is, let’s inform each other so he can stop right away!” Lilith said worriedly, frowning.
“Enough, don’t overthink it. Three months will pass soon. Aida and Eileen, it’s time for you two to go back. We still need your help with those matters over there. All we can do is prepare everything here and wait for that kid to return. He won’t get into trouble. Trust me. If he were that easy to harm, could he have made it here from that place?” With a profound gaze, Lilith exhaled, feeling an indescribable confidence and trust in Rod for some reason.
“Okay, then we’ll be leaving. We’ll do everything we can to help our elder brother. Don’t worry!” Aida nodded and said to Lilith and Sognar, then left with Eileen, ready to leave that place. As expected, chaos must be reigning in the family and Dark Moon City during this time—who wouldn’t be jealous of those spots? Who wouldn’t desire them?
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Under the dim lights, Dark Moon City revealed its alluring side once again. With its vibrant lights and bustling crowds, Rod walked through the streets with interest. Wearing that mask, his sharply defined features took on an air of dominance and roughness.
Three more days had passed. Aside from the first three days when he succeeded repeatedly, he hadn’t achieved anything in these past three days.
The Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan and the Nash family might truly be too scared to go outside, so they haven’t left their homes for these three days. Even when people do appear, they do so in groups of three or five, with strong combined strength, leaving Rod with no way to act. These three days have allowed these two clans to rest, but they have also shown the entire Dark Moon City and the Source of Darkness the futility of these clans. Walking aimlessly down the streets, Rod searched for his target. Unaware of it, it was already deep at night, yet he hadn’t found any targets. The only group that appeared was from the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan—five warriors, including two at the early divine level, one at the mid-stage quasi-divine level, and one at the late-stage quasi-divine level. There was no benefit he could gain by attacking them. “If this continues…” Moving into the shadows and watching the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle group leave in the distance, Rod frowned deeply. This situation would only give the enemy more time to recover and plan. Who knows what kind of strong fighters the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan might send to assist them? If those people arrived, it would be even harder for him to take action. Suddenly, Rod’s gaze turned cold, filled with murderous intent—as he saw a face all too familiar: Da, from the Nash family. No, people from the Nash family had also appeared, also in groups of five. However, the Nash family’s strength was clearly not as great as that of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan. Among these five, there was only one warrior at the early divine level, Da at the late-stage quasi-divine level, and the other three at the late-stage sacred level. It was unclear what these guys were doing here so late—could there be some secret agenda? Or were they really here on business? With this thought, Rod felt uneasy. He kept a distance and followed them from afar. This group was one of the few among those he had seen these days that he might be able to take on. Most importantly, it was already late at night, with far fewer pedestrians on the streets. The group headed toward a quieter area, giving Rod many opportunities! … “Manager Wade, do you think the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan will approve of our plan?” Da asked, frowning. The Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle’s attitude earlier hadn’t been very clear, and he was worried he wouldn’t be able to complete his master’s task.
“Don’t worry, they have no choice but to agree. It serves them no purpose to refuse. Don’t forget, those guys also claim to be the Sixth Family with great arrogance, but it seems the Netherworld hasn’t given them a spot this time. Without a place to enter, they’ll only end up being laughed at. Haven’t they been mocked enough lately? Do they still want to lose face in this competition? Even for their own sake, they must stand with us!” said the old man in his fifties at the front in a cold, mocking tone that gave people an uncomfortable feeling.
“In a few days, those from the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle clan will arrive. Be careful during this time. Let’s try not to cause trouble. Let the Purple Wing Thunder Eagles fight among themselves. If dogs fight, their fur gets torn off. I’m curious how much fur the Purple Wing Thunder Eagles will lose in the end! It’s time for them to feel some pain too. These guys really think they’re the Sixth Family these days and are getting more and more arrogant!” The old man spoke with indignation, recalling the attitude and tone of the Third Elder from the Purple Wing Thunder Eagles. They’re just a bunch of contemptible people. They deserve to be taught a lesson.
The group walked toward the Nash Family’s mansion, chatting and laughing. Rod fell far behind, watching as fewer and fewer people were around and the surroundings grew darker. A cold smirk appeared on his lips.
This place was east of Dark Moon City, while the Nash Family’s mansion was unfortunately in the west, quite far away, passing through many dark areas, giving Rod plenty of opportunities to act.
It was a dark and windy night—seemingly destined to be a night for killing. The sky was pitch black, with not a single star in sight. Even the brighter ones were hidden behind the clouds, leaving no trace of light!
They arrived on this dark path, where it was impossible to see even one’s hand in front of one’s face. They moved forward blindly, but with their strength at this level, such darkness posed little danger to them.
The members of the Nash Family had no idea that a ghostly voice, like that of a spirit, was approaching them from behind, getting faster and faster. In an instant, it was less than ten meters away from them!
A gust of wind blew, and Rod pushed his speed to its limit. He moved silently, his figure elusive, hidden by the night and aided by his dark energy combat skills, making him seem as if he had merged with the world around him—utterly eerie.
At that moment, his presence was perfectly concealed, with not a hint of leakage, as if he had seamlessly blended into the world around him.
At the front, the last member of the Nash family felt a chill run down his spine. When he turned around, his eyes widened in shock, and though he tried to speak, he was unable to utter a word. Looking down, he saw blood gushing from his throat like a fountain, with no sign of life left. It all happened in less than a second. After shaking off that guy, the people in front hadn’t noticed yet. Rod continued to follow stealthily, then another, and yet another. The three martial artists at the late stage of the Sacred level were no match for Rod at all, especially when it came to ambushes—each was killed with a single move. The three corpses stood motionless where they were killed, not moving forward any further. By now, only two members remained from the Nash family’s group: one named Da and an old man. The two chatted and laughed, seemingly unaware that something was wrong. It wasn’t until the third member fell that the old man’s eyes suddenly flashed with terrifying intensity. With a loud roar, he turned around. Da, who was beside him, finally realized something was off. Behind them, within a few hundred meters, lay three corpses! In just a hundred meters, the three people following them had been killed without them even realizing it! At this thought, fear crept into the hearts of the two. The terror of their opponent had already filled them with dread. “Friend, since you’re here, come out and talk!” The old man and Da stood back to back, protecting each other as they shouted into the empty night. Yet inwardly, they were extremely tense. Their combat energy had been pushed to a terrifying level, ready to be unleashed at any moment. In the shadows, watching the two tense figures, Rod secretly smiled. He had no intention of going out to deal with those three. Now there were only two left—one at the early stage of the Divine level and one at the late stage of the Quasi-Divine level. Together, they were too strong for him to handle right away. At the very least, if one of them couldn’t fight, they could run away, so there was no need for him to rush and expose himself. With things having reached this point, Rod had settled his mindset. He wasn’t in a hurry to see those who had once pursued him perish quickly. Sometimes, there are things more terrifying than death—namely, the threat of death. The constant threat of death, along with the mental and physical strain it causes, can be even more unbearable and frightening than death itself.
Retribution—such revenge is the greatest form of revenge. With a casual glance at the two men who seemed terrified, Rod sneered disdainfully, then turned and glided away like a ghost, disappearing without leaving a trace in the sky. That night, three skilled late-stage Saint-level fighters from the Nash family were killed in a mysterious attack. That night, the lake, which had been calm for three days, began to ripple again. That night, the mysterious assassin reappeared, determined to unleash chaos and claim countless lives. At this moment, the doom of the Nash family and the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan came once more. At this moment, lives wept, and souls sang.