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Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Defeating a Middle Stage Domain Master

Chapter 279: Defeating a Middle Stage Domain Master

"I WILL CRUSH YOU!"

The assassin’s eyes turned entirely bloodshot.

Driven by pure madness and humiliation, he channeled every single drop of his remaining essence, intending to detonate his Domain of Crushing Earth in a suicidal, all-out blast to shatter the darkness.

Rhain’s dark grey eyes flashed with a cold light.

"You won’t get the chance."

Rhain took a half-step back, raising his right hand.

He extended his index and middle fingers.

He was just playing with his opponent until now, letting the man feel the despair that he had felt when facing them.

It was time to end this.

Buzz—!

The pitch-black space around him distorted wildly.

An ultra-compressed vortex of dark essence gathered at his fingertips.

It radiated an aura of destruction, as if the heavens themselves were passing down an undeniable death sentence.

Emperor-Grade Martial Art: Heaven’s Judgement Finger!

Swoosh!

A concentrated beam of pitch-black light shot out.

It tore through the void with an ear-piercing shriek.

The assassin’s pupils shrank to the size of needles.

The feeling of doom enveloped his soul.

He couldn’t see the attack coming through the darkness, but the instinctive fear in his instincts screamed that if that he was in a grave danger.

If he didn’t move, he would definitely die.

With a desperate, hysterical roar, the assassin forcefully twisted his torso at an impossible angle, throwing his entire left side forward to shield his vital organs.

BOOM—!!!

The pitch-black beam struck.

There was no resistance. No struggling.

The thick earth barrier he had hastily erected shattered like fragile glass.

"AARRRGGGHHH!!!"

A pathetic scream ripped through the darkness.

The beam had missed his heart, but it struck his left shoulder with powerful force.

His entire left arm was instantly and cleanly severed by the power of Emperor-Grade art!

The clash of the Emperor-Grade martial art against the unstable foundations of the suppressed space reached its limit.

SHATTER—!!!

Both the Origin Domain of Darkness and the remnants of the Domain of Crushing Earth violently collapsed, dissolving into millions of dissipating wisps of dark and yellow light.

As the dust settled and the space cleared, the scene on the stone avenue was finally exposed to the outside world.

Rhain stood perfectly upright.

His dark robes fluttered gently in the wind, completely immaculate without a single speck of dust or blood on them.

His breathing was steady, and his dark grey eyes remained as calm as a still lake.

On the other hand, the middle-stage Domain Master was in a terrible shape.

He had collapsed onto his knees, creating a small crater beneath him.

Deep, bone-revealing wounds covered his entire body, but the most gruesome sight was his left shoulder.

His entire left arm had been cleanly obliterated.

Blood gushed out like a fountain as he clutched the stump, screaming miserably in a state of unimaginable agony.

The miserable screams instantly drew the attention of everyone else.

The battles across the avenue came to a sudden halt.

In truth, the fights between Commander Zorak and Veydris, as well as the Valdris Preceptors and the remaining assassins, had not been genuine life-and-death struggles.

Veydris merely wanted to stall Commander Zorak, while the Preceptors had no intention of killing the Royal Family’s men and sparking an irreversible enmity for the Academy.

They were simply keeping each other occupied to protect their respective charges.

The only true, bloodthirsty battle to the death had been between Rhain and the middle-stage assassin.

When Veydris saw his subordinate kneeling in a pool of blood, maimed and screaming like a slaughtered pig, he could not believe his own eyes.

"Impossible..." Veydris mumbled in shock.

A middle-stage Domain Master had been reduced to a crippled, half-dead state by a nineteen years old boy.

Rhain didn’t care about their shock.

His dark grey eyes remained chillingly cold.

He slowly raised his right hand again, extending his index and middle fingers.

Buzz—!

The pitch-black vortex of the Heaven’s Judgement Finger began to gather at his fingertips once more.

He was going to execute the man right here, right now.

"STOP!"

Veydris roared, he snapped his head toward Commander Zorak in panic. "Zorak! If a royal family’s man is killed in the streets today, Emperor will definitely execute you as punishment, and even the Second Prince will not escape it easily! STOP HIM!"

Commander Zorak’s muscular face turned solemn.

He knew perfectly well that Veydris was right.

Beating a royal family’s man was one thing, but if a domain master of the royal family were publicly executed, the political ramifications would be something they would be unable to face.

Swoosh—!

Zorak flashed forward, materializing directly between Rhain and the kneeling assassin.

His 8th-level Domain Master forcefully suppressed the gathering pitch-black essence at Rhain’s fingertips.

"Enough, Rhain," Zorak spoke, "If you kill him now, it will bring a disaster that even His Highness cannot immediately shield you from. Let him go."

Rhain’s dark grey eyes locked onto Zorak.

A chilling, dangerous shine flashed in his gaze.

For a split second, Zorak actually felt a shiver run down his spine, as if he were staring into the eyes of a primordial beast rather than a young cultivator.

But Rhain slowly lowered his hand, the pitch-black vortex dissipating into the air.

"Take your trash and get lost," Rhain stated, looking right past Zorak to fix his gaze on Veydris.

Veydris gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked.

The humiliation was unbearable.

But with Rhain’s unfathomable strength, the presence of three late-stage Preceptors, and an 8th-level Commander, staying here was futile.

There was no way they could kill Rhain.

"You will pay for this," Veydris spat venomously.

He waved his hand, his essence wrapping around the half-dead, screaming assassin to lift him into the air.

"Retreat!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The five grey-robed figures shot into the sky, fleeing the scene in utter disgrace.

They had failed once again.

After they left, the late-stage Preceptors of the Valdris Royal Academy floated down from the sky, staring at Rhain as if looking at an entirely different species.

Commander Zorak also let out a heavy breath, wiping a bead of cold sweat from his forehead.

He had severely underestimated the boy.

To possess such destructive power, the youth was not just a genius; he was a walking calamity.

Elara stepped forward, thanks to a late stage Domain Master protecting him, she was entirely unharmed.

Her intelligent blue eyes shimmered with profound awe and admiration.

"Young master Rhain," Elara praised softly, her voice filled with genuine reverence. "Your strength has undergone a qualitative leap after your breakthrough into the Core Formation Realm. To overwhelm a Domain Master so completely... you are truly unparalleled."

Rhain didn’t bask in the praise.

His expression quickly returned to its calculating calmness.

"We have wasted enough time," Rhain said, turning his gaze away from the craters.

"Let’s go. The Vaelstrum Clan is waiting."

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Leaving the shattered remnants of the street behind, Rhain, Elara, and Commander Zorak proceeded toward the Vaelstrum Clan.

The three late-stage Domain Master Preceptors dispatched by Dean Qaylus did not follow them openly.

The streets they walked through were eerily quiet.

The catastrophic shockwaves from the earlier domain clash had sent the ordinary citizens and roaming cultivators fleeing in terror, leaving the usually bustling commercial avenues entirely deserted.

After about half an hour of walking, the magnificent architecture of the Vaelstrum Clan finally came into view.

As one of the three foundational pillars of Valdris City, their ancestral estate showed the unimaginable wealth and thousands of years of accumulated power of the Vaelstrum Clan.

At the main entrance stood a pair of colossal gates forged from profound silver metal, guarded by two majestic statues of golden beasts.

Stationed in front of these towering gates was a squad of elite guards, fully clad in gleaming silver-and-gold armor.

These were not mere ceremonial sentries.

Every single guard in the formation radiated the dense, oppressive aura of the Core Formation Realm.

And standing at the very forefront, acting as the captain of the gate, was a stern-faced man whose spiritual pressure marked him as a late-stage Core Formation Realm expert.

To place a late-stage Core Formation expert as a mere gatekeeper was a blatant display of the Vaelstrum Clan’s astronomical foundation.

As Rhain’s trio approached the sprawling plaza leading to the gates, the captain immediately noticed them.

His sharp eyes swept over the imposing, muscular frame of Commander Zorak, sensing the heavily suppressed yet a clearly dangerous aura.

His gaze then shifted to Elara, the refined, aristocratic elegance could only belong to a noble family.

But when his eyes finally landed on the dark-robed youth leading the group, the captain’s brow furrowed.

The youth was only at the first level of the Core Formation Realm, yet he walked with the casual, domineering confidence of an emperor strolling through his own garden.

"Please halt."

The captain stepped forward to block their path, yet his tone remained respectful knowing that the people before them were not simple.

The dozen elite guards behind him instantly shifted into a defensive formation, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons.

"This is the ancestral estate of the Vaelstrum Clan," the captain stated anxiously, "State your identities and your purpose for being here."

Rhain looked at the slightly nervous posture of the captain guard indiffrently.

"Send a message to your Patriarch," Rhain commanded, his hands clasped casually behind his back.

"Tell him that Rhain has come to meet him."

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