CHAPTER 276: CHAPTER276-THE DEATH OF TRISTAN

Owen, sensing the powerhouse charging towards him with terrifying speed through the power of his soul, revealed a faint smile.

It seemed the opponent was aware that he had obtained the rules of space.

Despite the migraine he felt after the teleportation, his speed of movement had increased.

As for the mental power consumed by the teleportation, Owen chose to disregard it.

His avatar had broken through so many shackles that, aside from his physical form, he had reached an astonishing level in all other aspects.

At present, teleporting multiple times hadn’t made him feel the slightest bit fatigued.

In fact, each teleportation deepened his understanding of the rules of space, speeding up his assimilation process.

Although the rule-tier powerhouse was formidable, catching up to him was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

No matter how fast the pursuer was, covering only thirty-some miles with each breath, Owen could teleport ten miles in an instant, traversing hundreds of miles with a single breath.

"Stop running if you dare!"

The rule-tier, seeing the gap between him and Owen widen, became frantic at the thought of the rules of space slipping away right before his eyes.

Owen shook his head and sighed, turning back to say, "Unheeding advice. If you stop now, I might consider letting bygones be bygones."

"Fine, I won’t chase you anymore."

The powerhouse, upon hearing Owen’s offer of forgiveness, brightened up and responded without hesitation.

His greatest fear was provoking a genius possessing the rules of space.

Not only could he not strangle such a talent in the cradle, but he would also have to watch helplessly as the genius grew increasingly powerful.

Owen offered a slight smile and ceased his spatial teleportation, instead waving his hand at the rule-tier powerhouse.

"Then, this is where we part ways. Pursue me further, and I won’t be so amicable next time."

As his voice faded, Owen’s figure vanished, reappearing ten miles away.

With each teleportation, his distance increased slightly.

He now needed to locate Anderson and the others, aware that they were still near the Ancient Ruins and, given their strength, the likelihood of encountering danger was high.

Meanwhile, on Tristan’s end.

Four rule-tier powerhouses combined their strength in a palm strike, shattering another of Tristan’s life-saving artifacts.

Tristan’s face turned to one of despair, his father’s gifts for preservation exhausted, and his father had yet to arrive.

Looking at the four rule-tier powerhouses, who now bore smiles of anticipation, Tristan’s hands and feet trembled as he spoke with a hint of threat, "My father will be here any moment. If you know what’s good for you, leave now, and I’ll let bygones be bygones."

Tristan’s words, once delivered with a brazen smile and without fear of what they might do to him, now quivered in his voice.

The four powerhouses before him were all in disguise, knowing that even if they killed him, they would likely face no consequences.

"Each of you, strike him with a palm."

The ordinary-faced rule-tier powerhouse spoke somberly, not rushing forward immediately.

"Alright." The other three responded without hesitation.

Although they were disguised, some powerhouses with vast Mystic Techniques might still pick up on some traces.

A few traces could lead to their capture no matter where they fled.

However, if all four struck Tristan down together, even if Tristan’s father discovered clues, he would have to pursue four individuals, increasing their chances of survival.

"Go!"

Upon the others’ response, the ordinary-looking rule-tier powerhouse immediately surged forward, unhesitatingly striking towards Tristan, who was marked by a face full of terror.

The other three didn’t slow down either, lest their chance of acquiring the treasures on Tristan’s person diminish.

Tristan’s body was directly suppressed in place by the arcanergy of the four, his face frozen in terror, only his eyes struggling wildly, already threaded with blood vessels.

"You’ll accompany me in death!"

As the palms of the four neared, Tristan finally squeezed out these bloody words through clenched teeth, his bloodshot eyes fixating on the four, filled with immense hatred.

Though Tristan’s words caused a twitch in the corners of the eyes of the four, their determination did not waver as they pierced through Tristan’s body.

They dared not exert too much force, fearing they would pulverize Tristan into pieces, leaving them not only empty-handed but also provoking the wrath of the Tyrant Cult.

Tristan was in excruciating pain, acutely feeling his life force ebbing away along with the intense agony of his body.

If he had previously heard how torturous being cut by a thousand knives was, imagining himself in such a scenario was utterly despairing.

Now, he was genuinely experiencing the sensation of being dissected by a thousand cuts.

His body felt as if it were crawling with ants, with each movement of the ants, a piece of his flesh was consumed.

This was his most vivid sensation at the moment.

Eventually, Tristan’s vitality drained away completely, his eyes bloodshot as he stared ahead, filled with endless resentment and hatred.

At that moment, a mirror-like formation suddenly appeared around Tristan’s body, covering everything within ten thousand miles, whether sky or earth, in its embrace.

Owen looked up, and at that glance, his entire body broke out in cold sweat.

A colossal figure suddenly appeared in the void.

Although its face was indistinct, Owen could distinctly feel that the figure had glanced at him.

"To kill my son, I shall have your entire clan accompany him in death."

A voice, flat and emotionless, unmistakably reached Owen and the others’ ears, audible to anyone within ten thousand miles.

Owen’s expression shifted slightly.

He and Anderson, along with the others, were reflected within this formation, suggesting that the Sanctuary might suffer calamity because of them...

Simultaneously, a sense of unease began to grow in Owen’s heart, a subtle feeling of oppression.

He once again communicated with Anderson and the others, urging them to head towards the Sanctuary.

Meanwhile, Owen frantically teleported in their direction.

They hadn’t been separated for long, and with his ability to cover ten miles in an instant, catching up to them was easy.

As Owen’s soul power detected Anderson and the others, he hurriedly increased his pace towards them.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Owen and the others, in a mountain range:

Crack!

Suddenly, the void above this mountain range, spanning ten miles, shattered completely.

The dark clouds in the sky were dispersed into nothingness by the force emanating from the void, and a terrifying hurricane ensued.

As a towering figure stepped out from the broken void, the world around seemed to darken suddenly.

The wild beasts wandering in the mountains were so terrified that they dared not move, and the entire mountain range fell silent.

The towering figure swept its gaze around, then broke through the space again, stepping through.

After several such steps, the figure finally arrived at the site of Tristan’s demise.

He looked at his son, whose body was riddled with holes, not yet closing his eyes in death, and his usually impassive gaze showed a slight ripple of emotion.

Bermuda knelt down and gently closed his son’s eyes with his hands, his tone unusually tender.

"Father will have those people accompany you in death."

After speaking, Bermuda waved his hand, storing Tristan’s mutilated body in a storage ring.

He then glanced in four different directions, his gaze turning icy cold.

In that instant, the four rule-tier individuals who were frantically fleeing felt as if they were encased in ice, frozen in place, including the arcanergy surrounding them.

Shock filled their eyes.

After searching Tristan’s body and his storage ring, they had used all their strength to flee.

In the few moments that passed, they had traveled countless miles away from Tristan, never expecting to be immobilized from afar.

The extent of this power was terrifying.

Bermuda left a lingering afterimage at the original location while his true form had already appeared in front of the ordinary-looking rule-tier powerhouse.

With a wave of his hand, the ordinary-looking rule-tier was restored to his original form, revealing a handsome young man.

"High priest of the Southsky Cult."

Bermuda slowly uttered, looking at the handsome young man before flattening him into dust with a single slap.

Then, Bermuda’s figure vanished again, reappearing thousands of miles away the next moment.

Bermuda stopped, closing his eyes to recover his heartpower.

As an enlightenment-tier super powerhouse, every action he took was tied to the forces of heaven and earth.

To catch up with those who killed his son more quickly, he expended a vast amount of heartpower to mobilize these forces.

This was why he could immobilize those four rule-tier individuals from afar and travel thousands of miles in a single step, though the expenditure was astonishing.

Compared to breaking through space to get here, this was practically a life-risking endeavor.

After a brief recovery, Bermuda reopened his eyes.

This time, he did not mobilize the laws of heaven and earth but instead shattered space with a palm strike and stepped through.

Bermuda arrived in front of another rule-tier individual, waving his hand to reveal the person’s true appearance.

"A council member of the Westflame Council..."

Bermuda effortlessly crushed the rule-tier powerhouse, broke through space again, and stepped through.

After several iterations, Bermuda had killed all four individuals, identifying their affiliations and organizations.

Bermuda’s gaze flickered slightly, then he resolved.

Taking out a premium transmitting stone, he sent a message to his father.

"Father, Tristan is dead. The murderers are from..."

After naming the four forces, Bermuda withdrew his gaze, also recalling everyone within ten thousand miles of his son’s death.

Lastly, he focused his attention on Owen and the others.