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Chapter_291
Everyone stood, their gazes locked on the Green Bamboo Association members. The tense atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the heavy weight of the upcoming conflict pressing down on them all.
Nash turned to face the Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut, his voice cold and cutting through the silence. “I have three thousand great-grandmasters with me. Do you think you can handle that?”
The words hung in the air, their impact like an explosion. It wasn’t just the Green Bamboo Association members who heard them—everyone felt the buzzing in their minds, a disorienting wave of power that left them stunned.
The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut was the first to react, his eyes widening in shock. How… How could that be? Three thousand great-grandmasters? It was unthinkable. How had the Smiling Grim-Reaper managed to summon such a force from across the globe?
As the realization began to sink in, a voice broke the stunned silence. “Your Majesty!”
A man with black, curly hair stepped forward, addressing Nash with respect. “There are four peak Mystique Loyalty Realm experts hidden among us!”
Nash’s lips curled upward into a faint smile, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “Dearest hidden friends… Do you require an invitation from me?”
The four elders who had been concealing themselves visibly twitched at the mention of Nash’s words, their faces betraying unease. The curly-haired man did not wait for a response. He raised his hand, and a phantom palm appeared out of nowhere, reaching for one of the four elders. With an eerie, supernatural motion, the palm grasped the elder.
“**This… this is a move from the Profound Oriental Realm!” The captured elder screamed in horror. His eyes bulged with panic, but before he could make a move, the palm tightened, and he was rendered helpless.
The remaining three elders immediately tried to escape, but it was too late. Twelve Profound Oriental Realm experts appeared as if from thin air, surrounding the elder’s location and creating an unbreakable barrier.
Nash’s gaze flicked to the curly-haired man, who stood beside him, hands behind his back but visibly tense. The Profound Oriental Realm was a realm even higher than the Mystique Loyalty Realm, and only a handful of experts had reached that level. Nash’s thoughts raced for a moment as he considered the implications. With such power at his disposal, the battlefield was already tipped in his favor.
With a snap of the curly-haired man’s fingers, the four Klein family experts—all at the Profound Reality Realm—were hurled to the ground, helpless and completely at the mercy of Nash’s forces.
One of the experts, trembling, stammered, “**I… I serve the Klein family of Capiton…” His voice cracked, fear overtaking him.
The Klein family of Capiton had long been feared across the land. But now, facing three thousand great-grandmasters, even they seemed like insignificant ants. No matter how powerful the Klein family was, they were nothing against the overwhelming force that Nash commanded.
Nash’s voice rang out coldly, as though he were speaking to a child. “So what if you serve the Klein family? You will still be killed.”
The elder tried to muster his last ounce of defiance, but his voice was filled with desperation. “Smiling Grim-Reaper… the Heavenly Martial Arts Order can only be issued once! The Klein family will tear you to shreds if you dare kill me!” He glared at Nash with all the hatred and anger he could muster.
Nash’s lips curled into a small smile, and he took a step closer. “Do you know how many Heavenly Martial Arts Order scrolls exist?”
“Three!” the elder answered quickly, his eyes burning with defiance. Being a Profound Reality Realm expert, he knew about the Heavenly Martial Arts Order scrolls, their legendary status, and their limited number.
Nash’s smile deepened. “In that case, do you know where these three scrolls are?”
The elder’s eyes faltered, uncertainty creeping in. He had no idea where the three scrolls were. Only those who owned the scrolls, or the creator of the order—Johnathan Calcraft—would know their locations.
Nash leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’re with me.”
The elder froze, his face going pale as the weight of Nash’s words crashed over him. All three of the Heavenly Martial Arts Order scrolls were in Nash’s hands? The realization struck him like a thunderbolt. If Nash wanted, he could issue three Heavenly Martial Arts Orders—and no one, not even the Klein family, would dare to seek revenge if Nash were to be killed. They had no leverage. The elder’s mouth moved, but no words came out.
“Impossible… That’s impossible…” the elder stammered, disbelief coloring his tone. There was no way Johnathan Calcraft would have entrusted all the Heavenly Martial Arts Order scrolls to a single individual. It was unthinkable.
But Nash had no patience for further discussion. With a simple command, he issued the kill order.
The curly-haired man extended his hand once again, and this time, the elder didn’t even have a chance to scream. In an instant, he was reduced to nothing but a burst of blood and shredded flesh.
A muffled boom sounded as the elder’s body exploded into a crimson mist, the brutal force leaving no trace behind.
The remaining **three Klein family experts were paralyzed with terror, unable to process what had just happened. They had no chance. Against three thousand great-grandmasters and a Profound Oriental Realm expert, they were doomed.
One by one, they were torn apart. Poof! Poof! Poof! The sound of their bodies disintegrating was sickening, and not a single bone was left behind.
Simon, who had been watching from the sidelines, could barely contain his panic. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand under the weight of his fear. The realization that they were all in the presence of a force unlike anything they could ever hope to defeat washed over him.
The battle lines had been drawn, and Nash was not holding back.