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Chapter_292
The atmosphere at the Imperial Summer Manor was thick with fear. Xavier and Hugh shuddered as the events unfolded before them. The faces of the other Juggernauts had turned deathly pale, their confidence shattered.
The Velvet-Thunder Juggernaut stood frozen, his mind completely blank. He had known about the Klein family‘s involvement. Four of their most powerful experts had been sent to assist them, and he had been counting on their support. But now, those four had been obliterated, reduced to nothing but dust before his eyes.
“Grandpa… let’s surrender… I don’t want to die…” Taka Ihara wailed, his voice tinged with desperation as he turned to his elder.
The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut gulped audibly, fear clear in his eyes. “Grim Reaper… we… we won’t cause you any trouble… We won’t cause you any future trouble either… I’ll leave the Green Bamboo Association. Please… please let me go!” His voice trembled, but his words were enough to spark fury in the eyes of the other Juggernauts.
The betrayal was clear. They had all sworn an oath to the God of War, a blood pact that bound them to each other, to stand together even in death. Yet now, Hidden-Ghost was willing to abandon that oath at the first sign of danger.
The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut lowered his head, a heavy weight in his voice as he muttered, “Nothing but death awaits if we don’t betray the Green Bamboo Association! How can we defend ourselves against three thousand great-grandmasters?”
The Grim-Faced Juggernaut and the Gingerhead Juggernaut exchanged glances, their resolve beginning to falter. Retirement seemed near for both of them, and they had no desire to die before seeing their grandchildren grow.
“Velvet-Thunder… there aren’t any massive grudges between us and the Smiling Grim Reaper. He’ll spare our lives if we surrender!” The Grim-Faced Juggernaut‘s voice shook with uncertainty as he spoke, his hands trembling as he knelt before Nash.
One by one, the Juggernauts followed his lead. The Gingerhead Juggernaut knelt, followed by the Grim-Faced Juggernaut, leaving Velvet-Thunder as the last standing member of the once-proud Green Bamboo Association’s leadership.
Nash stood with his arms crossed, a cool, unyielding stare fixed on Velvet-Thunder. The air grew heavy with tension, and the three thousand great-grandmasters that surrounded him stared down at the Juggernaut, their eyes as cold as steel.
Crack!
The oppressive pressure of Nash‘s gaze was unbearable. Velvet-Thunder’s knees buckled, the force too great to resist. He fell to the ground, the weight of his impending doom crushing him.
Without hesitation, everyone in the Green Bamboo Association followed suit. One by one, they threw down their weapons and knelt, their heads bowed in abject surrender.
Velvet-Thunder let out a deep breath, his voice quivering as he pleaded, “Please… please have mercy on us!”
The Green Bamboo Association had never faced such a disgrace. To kneel before an enemy, to beg for mercy—it was a humiliation that would be remembered for generations.
“Your Majesty… do we kill them?” The curly-haired man asked quietly, his voice tinged with eagerness.
Nash’s brows furrowed, his gaze narrowing as he looked toward the curly-haired man. His desire to kill was palpable, but there was something more. Nash had already shown mercy, but the decision would not be easy.
Cillian stepped forward, his tone calm and composed. “Your Majesty… one should forgive others when possible. We could nullify their cultivation, take away their strength without taking their lives.” He paused, considering the weight of the situation. “They may have committed evil acts, but death is not always the only answer.”
Cillian’s voice carried a weight of experience. He was no stranger to using his dark web identity for missions, but the Green Bamboo Association was a significant force. If they killed over a thousand people, it would draw unwanted attention, something that could destabilize the region’s martial arts scene.
“Your Majesty… please think this through!” Zakariah added, his voice firm in support of Cillian’s suggestion.
But the local martial artists who stood in the shadows were already voicing their discontent. They wanted justice, they wanted to see blood spilled. Yet, the foreign martial artists who had gathered from various nations waited with gleeful anticipation. They would strike at the first command, eager to display their skills and make their mark.
Nash’s cold voice rang out through the manor like the toll of a death knell: “Kill them!”
The command was short, sharp, and final.
Cillian and Zakariah exchanged a brief glance, their faces shadowed with regret. But the die was cast. The local martial artists made no move, frozen in place, while the foreign martial artists surged forward. Their unique skills, their unrelenting thirst for action, drove them toward the kneeling members of the Green Bamboo Association.
Screams filled the air, wails of anguish echoing through the estate.
Nash, unfazed, turned on his heel and began walking away from the scene. Skadi’s voice called after him, full of outrage: “Smiling Grim Reaper… Why do you want to kill them? Didn’t Father Cillian say it would be more than enough to nullify their cultivation? The Green Bamboo Association houses over thirty thousand members. Are you going to kill them all?”
Her words dripped with frustration, her opinion of Nash plummeting. The Smiling Grim Reaper was known for his ruthless tactics, but this… this was different. Skadi couldn’t understand how someone could be so cold.
Nash stopped in his tracks and turned to face her, his gaze cold and unwavering. Bianca stepped forward, sensing the danger in the air, and quickly positioned herself between Skadi and Nash.
A heavy sigh escaped Nash‘s lips as he glanced at the chaos unfolding around him. His decision was made, and no amount of pleading would change it.
With a final glance at the carnage, Nash strode towards Xeno‘s parked Audi, leaving the echoes of screams behind him. The Green Bamboo Association had been eradicated, their legacy reduced to nothing more than a shattered illusion.