Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Watching the death of all the Necoris, the few remaining warriors from the clans stood in shock, their jaws dropping to the ground.

'All the Necoris are dead!' they screamed in their minds.

Previously, when they saw the Necoris, they thought the destruction of the Celestial Heavenly Store was already set in stone. But guess what?

They were wrong.

Against the knights, the Necoris were like ants, easily squashed. Their domineering commander fell to a single knight in just a few moves.

Cold sweat drenched their spines, and they sucked in sharp breaths. The cold, gentle breeze felt like a sharp blade against their skin.

Without hesitation, they turned and fled at their greatest speed. However, could the knights allow their enemies to escape just because they wanted to?

Whoosh!

The twenty knights charged after them, and with their armor boosting their strength, it was only a matter of time before they caught up to the escapees.

With the knights chasing the few remaining warriors, the front of the Celestial Heavenly Store was eerily quiet, littered with dead bodies lying in pools of blood.

The thick stench of blood permeated the air, and the sound of wind rustled in the distance.

Creak!

At the end of the street, a fresh group appeared, marching toward the Celestial Heavenly Store with disciplined steps. Each step was in perfect sync with the others.

These were the city guards.

Tonight, their mission was not to protect the people but to steal and destroy. Behind them was another group dressed in black clothes, masked faces, and following them were two old men wearing black hoods.

These men were covered in a thick, strong killing intent that could be felt from a distance. The two old men walking at the back reeked of the stench of blood.

Even though they tried to hide their bloodlust, it leaked from their bodies. Only the heavens knew how many people they had killed for their bodies to reek of blood.

As they arrived in front of the Celestial Heavenly Store, the door to the store swung open, and ten knights marched out.

They glared at the newcomers with cold expressions, unsheathing their swords from their scabbards, and charged forward.

"Kill!"

The two old men at the rear did not expect the knights to react so swiftly, attacking the moment they stepped out.

Although shocked, they quickly recovered, and the thick blood aura around them intensified.

"Kill," they shouted.

Instantly, the guards rushed forward, pointing their long spears toward the knights. But what happened next left them in dismay.

Clank! Clank!

The knights' swords cut through their spears and delivered killing strikes to their chests. Everything happened in a blink, leaving the men in black no time to react.

In one exchange, ten guards fell, never to rise again. Their deaths were swift and clean.

"Kill them quickly and avoid their weapons!" one of the old men shouted in fury.

They were the ones who did the killing—not the other way around.

The black-clad men rushed forward from behind, moving in silence. Their footsteps were swift as they positioned themselves in the blind spots of the knights.

Their sharp, eagle-like eyes focused on their prey, waiting for the right moment to strike.

As the knights cleaved through the guards, bodies piled up like small mountains before the store, with blood-forming small streams.

With the knights killing the last of the guards, the hidden black-clad men sprang into action, using their sophisticated footwork.

Clank!

Their thin swords struck the knights' armor but bounced off, leaving no cracks. Stunned, the men in black looked at the knights with wide eyes.

'What the hell!' they exclaimed in their hearts.

Before they could recover from their stupor, the ten knights turned to them in a swift motion, already expecting their attack.

Whoosh!

Under the dim light of the night, their gleaming swords descended swiftly, severing the heads of their attackers.

Heads rolled on the ground like balls, blood dyeing the earth, and the headless bodies fell with a thud

Watching the terrifying massacre of their men, the two old men were stunned for a moment. This was the first time they had witnessed such a devastating killing scene.

It was as if the knights had practiced such killing motions thousands of times.

As for the few remaining men in black, the deaths of their comrades gripped their hearts with fear, like a vice. They prepared to hide in the shadows once again.

Unfortunately, since they had appeared, the knights would not give them that chance.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the guards and the men in black had all been killed by the knights. Afterward, the knights turned their heads and looked at the two old men, marching toward them.

Watching the ten knights approach, their swords raised, ready to deliver the killing blow, mocking smiles appeared on the faces of the two old men.

"I think it's time we show them who we are," one of the old men grinned evilly.

"Right… Old Two," Old One said as a powerful aura erupted from his body.

Not to be outdone, Old Two also released his aura. This was not just any common aura—it was a Master Martial Artist aura.

In Dongping City, Master Martial Artists were extremely rare. Only First-Rated Martial Artists were known, and they were the leaders of the various powerful clans.

But now, two such rare Martial Artists stood before the knights.

With their auras released, the air around the old men shook violently, and the illusion of blood appeared around them.

"Tonight, we shall destroy you all and drink your blood," Old Two said, unleashing his bloodthirstiness.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Don't be too greedy. I take five, and you take five," Old One said with a toothless grin, his face filled with anticipation for blood.

"Good. Good."

The two looked at each other and charged toward the knights.

"Demonic Claw," Old One used his ace technique.

"Ghost Palm Print," Old Two added from the side.

Tension gripped the air under the two terrifying strikes.

Watching the illusory Demonic Claw and Ghost Palm Print rushing toward them, the knights halted their march and attacked.

"Seven Sea Tide - First Tide."

Instantly, the air transformed into a horrifying illusory sea tide, each wave stacking on the other, forming ten tides. The ten stacked tides rose to five meters in height, overwhelming the Demonic Claw and Ghost Palm Print.

Seeing the devastating strike, the two old men halted in their tracks. Their hearts skipped a beat, and cold sweat drenched their spines.

'DANGER!' they both screamed in their minds.

Without hesitation, they turned and tried to escape at their greatest speed. Unfortunately, against the ten stacked sea tides, how could they escape?

AHHHHHHHH!