CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: LIAN’ER’S TRUE MIGHT

[ Warning Gruesome Scene ]

The talks with his uncle left Aamon quite happy—he was getting his wish, that white-haired bitch was going to die if that’s the last thing he ensured. No one humiliates him and lives to tell the tale.

Thinking about his humiliation made Aamon’s face darken. He knew he needed to let off some steam, and he had just the perfect idea—a dark smirk married his face and he looked at the maids covering in fear. "Bring me those!"

The maids nodded and left to gather what he had requested.

His personal room was dark, the red, silk curtains clouded the room from any ounce of sunlight just as he preferred them—Aamon wore brass knuckles on both hands and each of the silver knuckles were oozing blood. He unhooked the buttons of his shirt and slumped on his couch.

In front of him, bruised, battered and naked was a woman with blonde hair—her facial features were not visible as she had cuts, bruises, black eyes and was swollen all over, her body was abused and molested by the man even the maids that watched the entire thing that happened had to look away. What happened was an act of savagery, and zero compassion of human lives.

Aamon removed the brass knuckles and threw them somewhere in the dark room. He clicked on the button next to his armrest and waited till the projection appeared on the wall, just above the woman.

The wall lit up and an elderly man with a blindfold over his eyes appeared. "Sir RavenClaw, what can I do for you on this fine evening?"

Senile old fool. Aamon thought but managed to hide his loathing of the man, he needed the services of the man on the screen. "Oh cut the formalities Ryoma, we have been old acquaintances through my uncle—" Aamon responded and sat up right, his hands balanced on his knees and his fingers intertwined while his eyes narrowed. "—There is something I need from your Sect, I will reward you nicely."

The old man’s brow raised, and a sly smile married his face. "And that would be?"

Aamon smirked, the old man was quick to catch on. "I want someone dead, they are still here in Argyon... I can provide the details of their descriptions. Payment will be made in increments and only when I get her head, the full sum will be paid."

"You have yourself a deal."

Lian’er yawned as she walked across the large city, the morning breeze gave her an insight on the state of the city and it was heartwrenching—children as young as five were sleeping on the streets under the biting coldness of the night and the early winter season. She clicked her tongue, the people that were supposed to govern this city were failing the people.

She stopped in the middle of the road—and a chuckle escaped her lips. You have to do better than that. She knew that she was being followed, as a Stage I Enlightened Realm, she could detect even the slightest change in the air and the person following her made it easy for her to track them—she jumped on the roof and hopped along from roof to roof until she was at the outskirts of the Red light district.

Lian’er landed on the patch of grass surrounded by trees and foliage and dropped her hoodie. "Come out, I know you are here."

Woosh!

Shadows jumped from the covers of the shades of buildings, rocks and trees and in total were fifteen masked individuals that had surrounded Lian’er. One of the masked individuals wearing a slightly different colored attire stepped forward. "White-haired woman, today is the day you die."

Lian’er laughed to the point tears started to form—she took a glance and raised an eyebrow. "You serious?"

She could not believe it. They thought they had a chance in hell to defeat her, but given they had followed her, she had a hunch of who sent them. Lian’er rolled her eyes. That spoiled brat huh, should’ve killed him yesterday. What a pain.

The assassins spread out into a formation and began doing handsigns—the Neuro-Qi available in the air began to thicken and become visible. The energy took a form of a blanket that had fifteen sides and it spread out to cover the entire forest, during all of this Lian’er merely watched with a bored look.

No matter what they tried, they would meet their end there.

"Are you done?" She let out a yawn—the temperature spontaneously took a nosedive, the air became extremely cold easily going over negatives and subzero into the realms of Absolute zero, the lowest point of freezing. Oh, they managed to fend that off? Not bad. She gave praise to the assassins who weren’t affected by the frosting winds that had turned the battlefield into a frozen wasteland.

The assassins sank into the shadows, erasing their presence this time as the first time they got discovered.

Lian’er looked around, her hand on her side and fingers twitching—with each twitch of the finger, something happened; something that the assassins couldn’t see as they moved about—they jumped from the shadows, weapons drawn and aimed to decapitate Lian’er.

She smirked, they fell for it—the twitching fingers was for the thin ice strings that were connected with her awareness, she slid forward and swung her hand, an ice blade formulated on her forearm and she decapitated the first assassin; her victory was quickly overwhelmed by the other 14 as they came down on her.

QUEEN’S THORNS

The ice on the ground sprouted up creating a labyrinth of thorns of ice and they skewered through each assassin with ease severing through flesh like a hot knife through butter.

Blood dripped from the thorns and among the fifteen assassins, only one remained and she was not without injury. She had a missing eye, torn throat, pierced solar plexus, torn hand and more. It was simply a miracle that she had survived the attack.

Lian’er looked at the woman on deaths door and knelt before her. "Go tell your boss and his little cat that I’m coming for them."

"What! How can elite assassins on the first stage Awakened Saint lose to a single person? What the fuck do I pay you for?" Aamon was not a happy camper as the Sect leader conveyed the information his late disciple had left after returning from their job.

"Sir RavenClaw, I will send Enlightened Realm Core assassins!" Ryoma responded.

Aamon gritted his teeth and threw the glass he had in his hand onto the projection cutting off communication between him and Ryoma. He clenched his hands into fists. That bitch, I lost my dignity I lost my money, and she’s still alive!

Aamon gritted his teeth and took a gun from the table beside him.

Blam! Blam

He fired two shots and killed the woman he was with, he looked at the dead body and turned to the maids. "Throw her out before I make you join her." He said as he walked past them and threw the gun at one of the maids for disposal.