Elven cultivators

Chapter 83 Who Would Have Known It Was Me (Bonus Chapter 5/6 for Monthly Tickets)

Hydra's three heads opened their mouths wide at the same time, their six eyes widened, and their expressions changed from astonishment to horror, and then from horror to blankness.

"This...this..."

The left side of the head stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The middle head blinked hard, seemingly unable to believe what it was seeing.

The right side of the head simply closed its eyes, then opened them again, as if to confirm whether it was dreaming.

The orc swallowed hard, his eyes wide, speechless.

He finally understood how Leon had died.

The middle-aged man was equally shocked.

He had never seen such a bizarre and powerful ability.

Was that magic? Or a combat technique?

Wilder and the other two high-blooded dragonborn exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

This person is incredibly strong!

Standing still without moving an inch, he not only killed Leon but also slaughtered more than two hundred skilled fighters.

They originally thought the three members of the Meteor Dragon Society posed the greatest threat, but now it seems that the person in front of them is clearly the most dangerous one!

Anton withdrew his sword, his gaze calmly sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground before turning to Duncan.

The latter's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He had just cast more than ten spells, but without exception they were all shredded by that strange sword light, and none of them could even get within ten meters of Anton.

This also made him realize how vast the gap in strength between himself and his opponent was.

escape!

If I keep fighting, I'll definitely die!

Duncan raised his hand and cast a spell at Anton, attempting to slow him down. He then decisively activated the magical items on his body, instantly transforming into a streak of light and rushing out of the courtyard.

Just as Everett was filled with dread, he saw Duncan abandon him and run away. His expression changed drastically, and he was about to curse when he caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing past like a shooting star.

laugh!

Everyone present only saw a flash of light before their eyes, and the sword light had already caught up with Duncan, instantly striking him in the back.

Duncan felt a chill run down his back, followed by an indescribable pain in his chest.

He looked down and saw a bloody hole in the center of his chest, from which blood was gushing out.

Duncan opened his mouth as if to say something, but only managed a muffled whimper before collapsing forward and crashing heavily onto the stone floor, splashing blood everywhere.

As Everett watched this scene, the color drained from his face instantly.

He immediately turned and rushed toward Wilder, stumbling and nearly falling.

"Lord Wilder, save me!"

Wilder was about to make a move when he felt a sharp aura lock onto him.

He suddenly turned his head and met the gaze of the middle-aged man.

Meanwhile, the orcs and Hydras were also eyeing the other two high-blooded dragonborn.

For a moment, none of the three high-blooded dragon descendants dared to make a rash move.

In that brief moment of delay, the silvery-white sword light had already torn through the air and struck, piercing through Everett's back and exiting through his chest, leaving behind a cloud of blood mist.

Everett collapsed to the ground with a thud, his body convulsing and emitting hoarse gasps.

However, something unexpected happened.

Everett actually struggled to his feet again.

The injuries that would have killed an ordinary person instantly failed to kill him.

By the moonlight, everyone present could quickly see through the holes in his clothes that Everett's back skin had an eerie grayish-white color, covered with purplish-black lividity, like mold growing on an old wax figure.

"What is this?"

Hydra's three heads cried out in surprise at the same time.

The middle-aged man and the orc also changed their expressions, staring at Everett with suspicion and uncertainty in their eyes.

This was the first time they had ever seen such a bizarre creature.

The three high-blooded dragon descendants also looked astonished.

Anton, however, remained expressionless, only slightly narrowing his eyes.

Sure enough, this guy has already become half-undead.

He had just "smelled" a familiar scent on Everett, which only confirmed his guess.

Using the "immortality" that comes with being half-undead—a characteristic only true undead possess—to lure the powerful and wealthy into joining, offering them wealth and connections, is a common tactic of the Ring of Annihilation.

Considering the description of Everett's life in the intelligence report, Anton suspected that this guy had probably been half-undead for quite some time.

Perhaps Everett was the one who "played" all the past presidents of the Blazing Fire Merchant Guild.

Anton glanced at the expressions of Wilder and the middle-aged man, and understood.

It seems that neither the Dragonborn nor the Fallen Dragon Society are currently aware of the existence of the Ring of Annihilation.

That's true. The Ring of Annihilation is probably newly established and still in a low-key development phase, so it's normal that the Dragonborn and the Meteor Dragons don't know about it.

Seeing Everett still staggering and trying to escape, Anton immediately used a binding spell to freeze him in place. Then, ignoring his pleas and shouts, he turned to look at the three dragonborn and the middle-aged man.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Even the most talkative Hydra, with its three heads, all shut their mouths and dared not say another word.

Meeting Anton's gaze, the middle-aged man's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Sir, our target is Everett. In truth, we're actually allies. What do you think?"

Anton shook his head. The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. He was about to speak when he saw Anton point to the three dragon descendants.

"They are my targets too."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then quickly said, "We can join forces."

"No need," Anton refused without hesitation. "This is my prey."

"Please go ahead."

The middle-aged man didn't insist; in fact, he felt relieved.

The pressure from the man in front of him was immense.

Honestly, if he were in that situation facing that sword light, the chances of him surviving would be extremely slim.

The opponent's strength is already approaching the peak of the Gold rank.

It is likely that only those who have awakened the power of the laws can reliably win in a head-on confrontation.

If a conflict were to break out, the best outcome for the three of them would be to flee in disarray.

Of course, the more likely scenario is that they won't be able to escape.

After all, the speed of that sword light was undeniable.

This is fine as it is.

Anyway, their goal is just to get rid of Everett, so what difference does it make who gets rid of him?

Judging from Canglan's appearance, he doesn't seem like he'll let Everett go.

As for these three dragon descendants, they will most likely not escape either.

If they leave it to Canglan, they can save some effort.

After making up a series of excuses for himself, the middle-aged man immediately relaxed a lot.

The orcs and Hydras visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the three dragon descendants changed their expressions.

"Canglan, do you intend to make enemies of Kresol Dragon City?" Wilder shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "Kill us, and Kresol Dragon City will never let you off!"

Anton chuckled: "Even if I kill you all, who will know it was me? People outside will only think it was the Meteor Dragon Society."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man next to him froze, then looked constipated.

Thinking about it carefully, it's true. Almost all the participants in tonight's incident are dead, leaving only these few people present.

And since the three of them could not possibly tell the truth, the Meteor Dragon Society would be more than happy to take the blame for this incident in order to expand its influence.

As long as Dragonborn and Everett are killed, no one will know that Canglan was behind it.

There's not even a need for the Meteor Dragon Society to speak out, because everyone will subconsciously assume that the Meteor Dragon Society was behind the attack due to their frequent actions during this period.

Although he didn't actually suffer any loss, the middle-aged man felt inexplicably awkward.

The three dragon descendants' expressions instantly turned extremely ugly.

However, in reality, even if people knew that he was the one who did it, Anton wouldn't care at all.

After all, he can change his identity and act outside whenever he wants.

Even if the entire Eldron Plains were searched, the city of Kreisor would not be able to find Canglan's whereabouts.

"Alright, that's enough chit-chat. It's time to see you on your way."

Feeling his true essence, which had been restored to its peak under the influence of the elixir, a glint of light flashed in Anton's eyes.

The moment the words left his mouth, the three dragonborn felt a chill run down their spines, and their scalps tingled.

Their reaction was remarkably swift.

The moment the sword light shot out from in front of Anton, the three of them sprang out like startled wild beasts, darting off in three different directions.

Wilder retreated quickly, crossing his arms to protect his chest.

The other two dragonborn were positioned to the left and right, with one rushing towards the artificial hill on the west side of the courtyard, attempting to use the terrain for cover.

The other rushed straight to the courtyard wall, trying to climb over and escape.

However, the speed of the sword light far exceeded their reaction time.

The silvery light drew a graceful arc in mid-air before suddenly turning and chasing after the dragonborn to the east.

Upon hearing the whooshing sound behind him, the dragonborn's expression changed drastically. He turned around abruptly, gripping his sword with both hands and holding it horizontally in front of him, attempting to block the sword light.

But the sword light spun in mid-air, bypassing the blade, and stabbed from the side.

The dragonborn hurriedly twirled his longsword.

But just as they were about to collide, the sword light flashed again, changing direction and attacking from the other side.

The dragonborn's forehead veins bulged as he turned the longsword around again.

His reaction was already incredibly fast, but the silver-white sword light seemed to have a premonition, finding his weakest point in defense every time and forcing him to constantly adjust his posture.

After five consecutive attempts, the Dragonborn's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his breathing became disordered.

On the sixth attempt, he finally slowed down a beat, and the sword light ripped through the air, silently piercing his throat in his horrified gaze.

Blood splattered.

The dragonborn's pupils suddenly dilated, his hands fell limply to his sides, and his longsword clattered to the ground.

His body swayed a few times, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, remaining motionless.

From the moment the sword light shot out to the Dragonborn's death, only two breaths passed.

Wilder and the last dragonborn hadn't even had a chance to escape the courtyard when they heard the thud of their companion falling to the ground.

The two instinctively turned around and saw the body fall to the ground; their pupils both contracted sharply.

But they quickly forgot their shock.

The sword light swirled in the air and attacked them again.