Chapter 576 - The Golem Is Right Behind Me! (1)

Golem Seeds were Cassius's gift to the members of the Golem Sect. Many Covert Martial Arts enthusiasts longed to join the Golem Sect for precisely these magical seeds. A Golem Seed was essentially a cultivation accelerator, rapidly toughening the body and laying a solid foundation.

Beyond that, a seed could trigger bursts of Qi and totemic evolution. They were a hidden trump in battle. Possessing a Golem Seed therefore drastically increased one's strength. Not to mention, training with a seed carried an addictive allure. The elites Cassius had dispatched from headquarters this time had all carried Golem Seeds in their bodies.

After Blood Demon Diaz annihilated one of Gafa Kingdom's sects, he had indulged in wanton feasting. Relying on the new power granted by necro-reincarnation, he drew strength and Qi from the corpses. Naturally, he had absorbed the Golem Sect members' Golem Seeds along with them. That act was sheer folly of the highest order. After all, Golem Seeds emitted a positional signal!

Even before reaching his current might, Cassius could faintly locate a person's direction through a seed. Now that he had perfected the Qi Embodiment stage of the Golem Covert Martial Arts, his sensory ability was staggeringly strong.

Besides, Blood Demon Diaz had swallowed fifteen seeds in succession. Their overlapping signals shone like a searchlight. Was that not the same as flaunting himself before Cassius to beg for death?

"No matter who you are or what force you hail from, daring to touch my Golem Sect is stupidity itself! You will die as stiffly as a straw man." A black silhouette vaulted over the emerald sea of trees, and flashed toward the distant skyline.

Chieu!

A clear waterbird cry stretched and faded. Back at the wrecked carriage, Odo slowly straightened. His spine crackled and he exhaled a warm breath.

He glanced toward Cassius's vanished trail, pushed up the rim of his gilded spectacles, and murmured with a trace of awe, "The Master himself has moved."

"The Master has secluded himself for over a year since the lake bout with Holy Snake Maya from the Blue Star Empire. Even when he emerged, he was like a dragon whose head one glimpsed but not the tail. No one ever saw him strike again. Yet now some nameless foe has drawn him out in person.

Heh

, the fellow should feel honored! Sadly, the Master moves too swiftly for me to follow. Missing the chance to observe him is a bit regretful..." Odo smoothed back his sleek hair with one hand, exposing his smooth forehead while muttering.

It was unclear whether he spoke to himself or to the subordinates just rousing from fainting nearby.

***

An hour later, in Nafei City of Gafa Kingdom.

A constant stream of residents fled through the four crossroads with families in tow. Women screamed, children wailed, and elders groaned one over another.

Boom!

An explosion echoed from within the city. A building was hurled skyward, then slammed down and crumbled into a mound of rubble. Panic intensified; inhabitants bunched like sardines and bolted with all their might. Even the city guards joined them with rumpled uniforms. Fear was writ large upon their faces.

Their will to fight was not weak. Rather, the clash in the south had surpassed natural limits. No ordinary human could approach or resist it. Each impact was practically on par with a cannon blast. Only a death wish would send the soldiers southward.

At that moment, in the city's south, lay the Quicksand Fist headquarters. Broad white flagstone roads led to a combat plaza. There, a one-sided massacre was under way, growing fiercer by the second.

At the center stood a brawny figure in a dark-red robe, radiating an aura several fold more dangerous than the fiercest beast. His icy eyes regarded the rushing silhouettes from every side with disdain.

Too weak, far too weak. They were so frail they failed to rouse his hunting appetite. This sect did not possess even a single combat artist. Though Blood Demon relished slaughter, he still felt bored.

"Trash like this... Even if they come in crowds, what of it? The sturdiest sheep are no match for a tiger. These aren't even sheep, merely ants one could crush between two fingers." Blood Demon Diaz shook his head, slowly lifted his right hand, and gestured. "I only need the strength of two fingers to pinch you dead..."

Crack.

He stepped forward, and the entire plaza suddenly quaked. Tight seams between the flagstones split, gushing streaks of scarlet. Blood coursed wildly, hardening into web-thin filaments that quivered in the air. Diaz drew countless blood threads that flitted toward him like elongated after-images. He extended his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

The converging filaments coalesced into a gauntlet on that fist. A blood-red eye whose pupil spun ceaselessly opened on the palm. The back of the fist had a maw packed with fangs. Innumerable threads spewed forth from the mouth. They blanketed every corner of the plaza and draped over each Quicksand Fist disciple.

"How nostalgic... Blood Strings. How long has it been since I used this move? I don’t remember using it after I rose to fame.

Heheh...

But it's more than enough to dispose of you lot." Diaz's lips curled, his gaze tinged with a faint reminiscence.

He flicked the forefinger of his gauntleted hand!

Vmmm!!!

All the dense blood threads vibrated at extreme speed, emitting a dreadful hum.

"Aaah!!!"

Boom-boom-boom-boom...

Shrill screams erupted as dozens of Quicksand Fist disciples detonated under the fearsome vibration. Their bodies burst apart, bodily fluids and blood exploding into a pink mist. Shattered bones pattered to the ground.

"Front, back, left, right."

Index, middle, ring, little finger. Diaz flicked four times in succession; the whole plaza shuddered, hard stones breaking into pieces. More disciples exploded, filling the air with a bloody fog and the ground with pools of gore. It was utterly tragic.

"I'm starting to love this sensation." With a smile on his lips, his eyelids drooped as he snapped his fingers again. The blood in the plaza converged into a massive vortex. The dark-red robe on Diaz deepened in hue to almost black.

Tap-tap-tap... tap-tap-tap...

Suddenly, the steady tramp of footsteps carried from afar outside the plaza. It was heavy and powerful. They were clearly not ordinary men. Diaz raised a brow, slightly surprised. He slowly turned toward the broad avenue.

There, silhouettes exuding formidable auras were striding swiftly toward him. They were burly, eyes cold, and clad in tight black combat suits. Totems could be glimpsed faintly upon their skin. Under the sunlight, a grim fist armored in steel was emblazoned on each right shoulder. It was the symbol of the Golem Sect.

It also hinted at the sect's martial creed: the Dominator Fist.