Treasure-hunting: Into the Unknown

The sky was covered in ominous clouds the next day, like the Fire-scorching City was foreboding that something significant was about to happen. The Blazing Lodge, which had witnessed a brutal massacre the previous day was now eerily silent. Outside the lodge's main door, the yellow autumn leaves danced to the cold wind, and dust flew high up—the moment was still and desolate.

A shadow of a figure appeared in front of the door with no urgency in its stride—as if the person was taking a relaxing stroll in the evening. He stared coldly at the closed door with an opened wine jar in his hand. It was none other than Zachary.

"What would Warren do? Set a trap? Or would he be so kind as to dig his own grave?" Zachary sneered. He could sense the auras coming from inside the lodge. He lifted the wine jar, raised his head and gulped the wine down. After a few sips, he poured the wine in front of the door and pledged, "Elders and disciples of the Welkin Sect who died in vain at the hands of the Zi Clan... Today, the Zi Clan will pay for their sins and go to hell for what they did to you. I hope you can finally rest in peace, knowing that you have been avenged." Saying so, he smashed the empty wine jar onto the ground.

Zachary did not have a habit of drinking, especially before he was about to murder. But this day felt special; the alcohol hit him differently. He had a satisfied feeling surge through his mind and body; it was indescribable. Perhaps, he was thrilled because he could finally avenge the dead who had passed in the hands of the Zi Clan because of him. A relief washed over him.

This was just the beginning. The Blazing Lodge was going to be the first victim of the long grudge between him and Armand. He would do everything possible to make Armand pay the price he owed. So, Zachary planned to be done with this phase soon, so that he could move to the next battlefront as early as possible. After all, he still had a lot of things to do.

Meanwhile, within the closed doors of the Blazing Lodge, Warren waited. He was in the courtyard, sitting on a big chai

ck then, he had helplessly witnessed this man killing the people of the Welkin Sect. But back at that time, he could do nothing to stop this hateful man. As soon as he saw Warren, the bloody scene came to his mind, and a strong, appalling murderous aura filled the air around him. The dark aura quickly turned into a violent gale which roared and raged the entire Blazing Lodge.

'What a sickening murderous aura! He harbors some deep hatred towards me or the Zi Clan itself! Who the hell is this guy?' Warren yelled inwardly, shocked.

Affected by the power of the rampant murderous aura, many of the weak disciples started to feel dizzy and their chests tightened in pain. They were intimidated by the murderous will of the lone man who had come into their lair to attack them. But this was only the beginning of their suffering.

"Listen well, disciples of the Zi Clan. I will give you one chance. If you don't want to die here today, get out immediately and never come back to this clan ever again. If you choose otherwise, you will only leave this place as cold corpses," Zachary said and suddenly let out a loud roar. The sound was like thunder, circling in the air above the Blazing Lodge.

Hearing this, the disciples trembled in fear and felt their legs go weak. Although Zachary was yet to show his true aura, even this much of his power was already terrifyingly intimidating.