The Dragon King's Revenge

Chapter 3

Kane stood there, with his hands bloodied as he turned to look at the men who stood right beside Kylian.

They had guns in their hands, ready to shoot.

"I hope that now you have pulled your weapons out; you know how to use them?" Kane asked, as his eyes met theirs.

Kylian shook as his eyes met Kane's, and all he felt was fear.

The man standing before him seemed nothing like a normal person.

The way he stared at him without showing any fear made it worse.

Kane stepped forward, his eyes still on the man.

Immediately, he took another step.

"You have no idea who you are crossing paths with. Are you trying to hurt me? The Vincents are going to kill you if anything happens to me!!"

Kylian yelled, trying to keep Kane from doing anything.

"If you even think of hurting me, they will make sure that Elder Russo, the Blazing Meteor of the Conclave, will make sure that you get the most excruciating death. There will be nothing left of you, so I advise that you find another thing to do."

Kane paused and looked at the man.

Kylian knew his words had reached him, and he had nothing else to do but wait for him to be a fool and let his guard down.

'This fool, I knew he was just another normal man who managed to start cultivating. He is a worm; the moment he heard Elder Russo, he froze and knew nothing would come of him doing anything to me. And when he lets his guard completely down, I will make sure that there isn't going to be anything left of you!'

Kylian stared at Kane, hoping to get something out of the whole confrontation.

Kane looked up at the red evening sky and calmly closed his eyes.

"So this is how far Karndor has fallen?" he muttered, eyes still closed, as he slowly lowered his head to look at the man before him.

"Then it is now clear what I must do; I will purge every corner of this forsaken land of its dirt, I will burn down every tainted pillar. And from that ash, I will make sure that a new Karndor will be born."

Kane took one more step forward; the four men standing right next to him wasted no time raising their guns, and they fired.

At the same time, Kane stared at them as they fired with such precision.

His body flickered as he stood there with his hands moving at a speed that none of his attackers could even perceive.

When the shooting stopped, Kane was standing there looking at them with a confused look in his eyes. He stretched his hand and poured down all the bullets they had been firing at him.

"Pathetic."

He whispered, his voice filled with disgust and irritation.

The next thing Kylian and his allies saw was the man who had been standing right in front of them somehow appear beside them.

Before the men could react, Kane's hand moved at alarming speed, releasing a force that roared through the air like a cannon shot.

The four men beside Kylian now lay on the floor, their necks gone.

Kylian looked around, trying to let the image sink in; nothing had prepared him for what was happening.

He slowly turned to see Kane standing right behind him, his eyes glowing ominously.

Kylian stepped back, his trembling legs threatening to give out.

Then he felt something warm trickle down his thighs.

He had wet himself.

But he couldn't bring himself to care.

His eyes remained fixed on the figure before him, his mind desperately searching for an explanation for what he had just witnessed.

'What is this man?'

Kane stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

His eyes swept around; they felt heavy as he saw the litter of corpses.

"All these men..."

He spoke softly.

"They laid their lives for you, hoping that they were facing something they could understand. But where did it lead them? What did it get them?" Kane asked, tilting his head and keeping his gaze on the man.

"Or do you believe that your life is worth more than theirs?"

Kylian shook his head; he couldn't even bring himself to think about anything but surviving this monster.

Kane didn't argue or say anything; he was there for a reason, and the man in front of him could help him.

"Tell me, why were you and your workers here?" Kane asked.

Kylian, still shaking in his pants, looked at Kane.

"It was the Vincents; they said we should level it to the ground and make sure that we made it a good place for their son's new getaway house. I didn't mean to do all this, please. I have family and-"

"So?" Kane asked, cutting him off, focused only on survival.

"Your men had families as well, but now their families might never know where to find their bodies."

The color drained from Kylian's face when he heard Kane, knowing what he meant.

He was about to plead with him again when the roar of powerful engines sounded from afar; he turned to see cars lining up outside the compound.

Kylian was confused; at first, he felt a rush of hope, maybe the Vincents had sent people to help them.

But then he saw the symbol on one of the cars: two dragons, an axe, and a sword.

The car doors opened, and a man in a white suit stepped out. He stood tall, with curly black hair and a kingly demeanor.

Behind him followed about fifteen men and five women, all wearing black robes with the same symbol on their backs.

They approached Kane and Kylian, then halted.

"Lord Kane!"

The twenty saluted, and Kylian realized the man holding him was dangerous.

But he didn't bother to act like he had any power.

The man in white stood right in front of Kane, a strange look on his face.

"You know how hard it is to find you? Thank heavens I listened to the Grandmaster. If not, I would have been lost somewhere."

The man complained, looking at Kane.

"I told you, I could handle this," Kane muttered.

Kylian watched them, trying to understand what he was witnessing.

The man turned to look at him and noticed his sharp, icy-blue gaze.

"So who is he?" The man asked, trying to learn more.

Kane turned back to Kylian, watching him tremble in fear.

"He is the one who will help me start my quest here." Kane gave his answer.

Kylian heard this and believed Kane meant he would use him.

"Please, don't kill me. I can do anything you want." Kylian pleaded again, knowing nothing could save him.

Kane didn't respond; he was still looking at Kylian like he was dead weight.

"Tell me, where are the Vincents?"

Kylian heard this and was a bit confused, knowing there was no gain in going for the Vincents.

"Phoebe and Bradson Vincents aren't anywhere in Karndor, but in Quilio Hotels, that's where Keith Vincents is celebrating the death of the Black family. It is their annual party and-"

Kane raised his hand, stopping him.

He couldn't believe his ears; his family's being celebrated like some kind of public holiday.

Kylian was still confused, trying to step back, knowing that if Kane was even a bit off, he could escape.

"I wouldn't think of doing that."

The man in a white suit was right behind him; Kylian turned to look at him.

He saw a smile on his face.

"The Dragon King doesn't let prey walk out on him..."

Hearing this, Kylian's heart almost dropped out.

That was why Kane was arrogant from the start; he was the living embodiment of destruction.

He turned to look at the silver-white-haired man in front of him.

"The Dragon King..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Kane waved his hand down like a blade, and the next second.

Kylian's head exploded.