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Chapter_294
At Jonford Imperial Summer Manor, the aftermath of the battle was overwhelming. In just ten minutes, all members of the Green Bamboo Association had been wiped out, their bodies lying lifeless across the arena. The great-grandmasters summoned by the Heavenly Martial Arts Order began to depart, their mission complete. The field, once a site of fierce combat, was now nothing more than a bloodied testament to the chaos that had unfolded.
Xeno, ever composed, ordered his men from Dragon Tiger Gate to clean up the battlefield, their task to dispose of the bodies and ensure the area was cleared. Zakariah, standing on the sidelines, gazed somberly at the blood pooled on the arena floor. The destruction had been swift and merciless, and it left him questioning the actions of those involved.
Skadi and Bianca stood nearby, their faces ashen, the horror of what they had witnessed too much for them to bear.
Lloyd, his anger palpable, broke the silence. “**At the end of the day, he’s nothing more than a cold-blooded killer. From today onwards, the Quiet Winds Church will no longer have anything to do with the Smiling Grim Reaper!”
But Cillian was quieter, his voice betraying a sense of confusion. “Maybe… he had no choice?”
He refused to believe that Johnathan’s disciple, the Smiling Grim Reaper, would kill innocent people without reason. The Smiling Grim Reaper had only ever struck down those who had committed heinous acts, people whose crimes deserved death. The seven juggernauts who had perished were no exception—they had blood on their hands, and they had earned their fate.
However, the remaining one thousand grandmasters of the Green Bamboo Association were different. They were young, and their organization had not committed any outrageous acts in recent years. The death sentence for these individuals was difficult to justify, and yet Nash had shown no mercy.
The only explanation was personal—a deep-seated grudge against the Green Bamboo Association, one that transcended mere justice.
Cillian sighed, his thoughts heavy with the implications. “Let’s go.” Without waiting for a response, he turned to leave, signaling the end of their discussion.
Zakariah glanced at Skadi, who appeared pale and shaken. A sad smile crept onto his face. “I told you not to come, but you insisted.”
It had been an intense experience for her, one that would likely haunt her for a long time. To be honest, Zakariah hadn’t expected Nash to make such an extreme decision. He had hoped that there would be another way, but now, it seemed inevitable.
Skadi, still in shock, whispered, “Let’s go home.”
Bianca, her movements stiff and robotic, wheeled Skadi away. The weight of the scene still hung in the air like a suffocating cloud.
As they passed by Xeno’s Audi, Skadi couldn’t help but glance toward the Smiling Grim Reaper, who sat in the car, his figure a shadow against the dim light. The respect and admiration she had once felt for him had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of fear and disgust.
Nash sensed her gaze but didn’t turn. He didn’t care what she thought of him, nor what Zakariah and Cillian believed. To them, he was just a killer—someone to fear, to despise.
Once he donned the persona of the Smiling Grim Reaper, he knew he had become something else entirely—someone who could not be swayed by the opinions of others. Whether people hated him or not, it no longer mattered.
The Dragon Tiger Gate men worked swiftly, dragging the bodies of the Green Bamboo Association members into a nearby wooden hut. Once inside, they poured gasoline around the piles of corpses.
Xeno lit a cigarette, his movements deliberate, before tossing the lighter onto the gasoline-soaked ground. A burst of flames erupted, consuming the bodies in an instant, the fire roaring in the night.
Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Xeno turned and strode away, the crackling of the fire fading into the distance.
A junior member of Dragon Tiger Gate approached, two burlap sacks in hand. “Mr. Hun, where should these two sacks of decapitated heads go?” he asked, his voice uncertain.
The sacks contained the seven juggernauts’ severed heads, trophies from the battle.
The sound of a helicopter’s blades slicing through the air interrupted the moment, the whirring noise growing louder as it landed nearby.
Nash and Finn approached the helicopter, their silhouettes dark against the glowing lights.
“Put them in the helicopter!” Nash commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
He climbed into the helicopter, followed closely by Finn. The junior member of Dragon Tiger Gate stared after them, not recognizing Nash but following his orders nonetheless.
Xeno, noticing the confusion, slapped the young disciple across the head, his action swift and sharp. “Didn’t you hear what Nash said?” he snapped.
The junior disciple immediately complied, stuffing the sacks into the helicopter with haste, understanding now the gravity of the situation.
Goldenfalls.
The Young Gardens.
The Young Gardens were more than just a burial site. They were a sprawling private mausoleum, a place of eerie stillness that spoke of generations past. Nestled on the outskirts of Goldenfalls, it was a place untouched by time—a place of forgotten memories and untold stories.
Outside the mausoleum, a small guardhouse stood, its silhouette dark against the moonlit sky.
Tonight, as the helicopter hovered above the grounds, the fate of the Young family seemed more uncertain than ever. The flames of the past were rekindled, and the future hung in the balance.