As they reappeared within the Poison Clan’s territory, a dense, toxic mist filled the air, swirling around them like a living entity. The ground beneath them was dark and barren, the trees twisted and gnarled from years of poison seeping into their roots.
Kent’s eyes scanned the surroundings, his senses heightened as he sought out the patriarch. He could feel the weight of countless lives lost here, their souls crying out for justice.
The Poison Clan’s stronghold loomed in the distance.
The matriarch and her daughter Mona, stood waiting, their eyes glued to the figure approaching from the sky. Stay tuned to empire
As Kent approached close, the matriarch’s gaze fixed. This wasn’t the Kent she remembered. His entire presence radiated strength, the air around him crackling with energy. His face was concealed beneath a fearsome mask, making him look almost otherworldly. Maya’s mouth went wide open at the sight of Kent.
Kent stood against the matriarch and stared into her eyes with a serious look.
“So, you’ve come to settle the debt today?” the matriarch spoke first, her voice shaking.
“Last time, you stopped me because my cultivation was lower than your husband’s. But now…” He took a step closer, his voice cold. “The tables have turned. Do you intend to try and save him again?” Kent asked with a questioning look.
The matriarch’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. She took a deep breath. “No, it’s too late for that. Let’s finish it. I hope you won’t need my clan’s help.”
Kent nodded, satisfied with her answer. “Where is he now?” He asked excitedly.
She pointed to a distant building, dark and unassuming. “He’s cultivating inside. I won’t interfere.”
“Mother… you’re really going to let him—” Mona’s breath hitched, and she stepped forward, her eyes pleading.
The matriarch placed a hand gently on her daughter’s face. “Don’t forget, Mona, your father also gave you that cursed monthly poison. You owe him no loyalty.”
Kent, ignoring the exchange between mother and daughter, raised his hand toward the sky. Dark clouds began to gather, swirling ominously above the Poison Clan. The rumbling of thunder echoed in the distance as Kent muttered a spell under his breath.
In an instant, the sky darkened, and lightning crackled across the clouds, striking fear into the hearts of the onlookers who had begun to gather around the sect’s courtyard.
“Vajra Garjana Hasta Vidyut Prakasa Prabhava”
A loud boom echoed through the sect as a bolt of lightning struck the room where the patriarch was meditating. The entire structure collapsed in a burst of smoke and debris. The onlookers gasped in horror as they watched the scene unfold.
The patriarch, his body charred and smoldering, staggered out of the wreckage, his eyes wide with confusion and pain. Before he could gather his strength, Kent moved with blinding speed. Grabbing the patriarch by the throat, Kent lifted him off the ground and slammed him into the dirt, dragging him with effortless strength across the courtyard.
“Patriarch!” Soldiers of the Poison Clan rushed forward in a frenzy, their weapons drawn. “Attack! Save the patriarch!”
The courtyard filled with the clamor of soldiers preparing to strike, but before any of them could make a move, the matriarch’s voice rang out, cold and commanding.
“Stand down! You no longer need to fight for him.”
The soldiers hesitated, exchanging confused glances.
The matriarch’s voice grew louder, more authoritative. “I have the permanent antidote for the monthly poison. You no longer need to depend on him for your survival. This is his battle to fight.”
At the mention of the antidote, the soldiers froze. Relief washed over their faces as they realized the weight of their slavery to the patriarch had finally been lifted and they all got freedom. Slowly, they lowered their weapons, stepping back as they watched Kent continue to fist their former master.
The patriarch coughed, blood trickling from his lips as he looked up at Kent with desperate eyes. “Why are you doing this? We… we have no personal feud.”
Kent’s lips curled into a cold smile as he looked down at the man. “I am the personal disciple of Peak Master Porus.”
The patriarch’s eyes widened in horror. His face went pale as fear gripped him. He knew what fate awaited him at the hands of Porus, the man whose disciples he had ruthlessly poisoned.
Kent glanced at the matriarch, who approached her fallen husband. Without a word, she reached into her robes and retrieved the vial containing the monthly poison. Kneeling beside him, she forced the liquid into his mouth one last time. Her expression was cold, detached, as though this was simply a formality—a final act of closure.
“It’s time to say goodbye,” the matriarch said, standing up, her voice calm and resolute.
“I’m taking him with me. I hope you don’t mind.” Kent said while staring at the patriarch’s face.
“Do whatever you want with him. Make sure I won’t see him again.” The Matriarch Gavi replied in a stern tone.
Kent nodded, satisfied. He summoned the Golden throne and commanded the throne spirit to turn it into a chariot.
He dragged the patriarch to the golden chariot, tying him to the wheel securely with enchanted ropes that pulsed with energy. The patriarch, too weak to resist, watched helplessly as his fate was sealed.
As Kent turned to leave, he looked back at the matriarch one last time. “I want to take Mona with me permanently. She needs to improve her cultivation. If she stays here, she will never cross the Grand Master Magus stage.”
The matriarch nodded without hesitation.
Mona’s eyes widened, her face pale with shock. “What? No… I… I can’t leave now, Mother…”
“Go, Mona. One day you will leave with him anyway. It’s time.” The matriarch said while staring at the crying face of her daughter.
Tears welled up in Mona’s eyes, and she clutched her mother’s robes, sobbing. “But, Mother… I don’t want to leave you… You’re my world…”
The matriarch placed a hand on Mona’s cheek, her voice soft but firm. “You will see me again, I promise. But your future lies elsewhere. With him.”
Mona’s sobs quieted, and she nodded reluctantly, wiping her tears. She stepped toward Kent, her heart heavy with emotions. Kent, watching the scene unfold, remained silent, his expression unreadable beneath the mask.
With one final glance at her mother, Mona stepped onto the chariot, standing beside Kent as the golden throne began to rush.
The matriarch watched them ascend, her face impassive, but there was a glimmer of sadness in her eyes as she watched her daughter leave.
The golden chariot took the route of a large teleportation path used by the Poison clan. The patriarch continued to shout as his body rotated along with the wheel. But only muffled voice came out.
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