The Dragon King's Revenge

Chapter 6

Kane slowly wiped blood off his shoe and looked at Russo and Keith. He hadn't come there to play games with them, and he didn't want to waste his time on anything like that.

Everyone at the party had started making their way out of the hall, knowing that it was about to turn into a disaster zone.

The guards knew better than to try to intervene; they were normal men, and fighting cultivators would be the end of them.

No one who provoked an Elder of the conclave would get away with it.

Not everyone left; some stayed back to see what would become of the silver-white-haired man who came to a place like this looking for trouble.

“He is dead now. Elder Russo was said to have broken through and hit the Violet Rank; someone like him won't lose to him. I am sure that they aren't going to kill right away.”

“Are you kidding? He just killed Daran Becker; they are going to make his life a living hell.”

Kane kept his eyes on the men; he knew they were trying to scare him.

Russo was the first to step forward, looking Kane right in the eye; he couldn't tell what it was about him.

But he had to get something out of him, and he wasn't going to lose this chance.

“I see you badly chose death; don't worry. By the time we are done with you, even death would feel like a sweet escape.”

Russo was ready to attack; he had no intention of taking it easy with a man who had crossed the line by killing one of the head families of Karndor.

“Actually, I was here to speak to you; the man was rude, and he didn't even let me get the word through before he attacked me. Anything I did was out of pure self-defense.”

Kane smirked, then turned his eyes to Keith, who stood right behind Russo like a child trying to avoid getting beaten.

“I would also love to speak to you. Keith Vincents, son of Bradson Vincents.”

Keith raised his brow; he didn't understand why the man was speaking to him like that.

“You must be deranged to think that there is something that would even make me think of talking to a filthy bastard like you.”

Keith spat, his eyes still on Kane, as if they were in the middle of their own battle.

“You call me filth, but your family parades the treasures of a fallen family. You have no right to even act like you have lost something. Both you and your family are thieves.”

Kane pointed at him, with the anger still in his eyes as he held himself back.

“Fallen family? Us, the Vincents, thieves?”

Keith raised his brow and smiled at Kane.

“I knew you were a fool when I saw you, so it seems that you are one of those fools who support the foolish family of the Blacks, a family that had the resources to make themselves great, but they decided it was better if Karndor would grow. Giving out wealth that was meant for—"

“Lord Keith!” Russo barked, trying to stop him. Keith stopped and laughed.

“What, Russo? He is about to die; it would be the best thing to tell him what I think of him and his stand with a pack of dead vermin who couldn't even fend for themselves.”

Keith laughed, holding his stomach as he stared at Kane.

“He is a fool, a big one. It would be fun to watch you cry and plead for your life…”

Kane stood there; his anger had boiled his blood, and he couldn't control himself.

He had questions for Keith; he wanted to know more.

But at that moment, at that very moment.

He wanted nothing more than to kill this bastard.

“Take care of him, Russo; then we have to make sure that we send word to Hisashi. I think he would need to know that his brother isn't going to be with him anymore.”

Keith turned and walked to the glass display of weapons and treasures.

“He would have to come pick up his merchandise by himself. There isn't going to be a chance that I would be the one to deliver it.”

Russo nodded and turned to Kane, who stood with his fists clenched and pure rage on his face.

“It is best you know that you have enough strength to back up all the foolishness you have displayed here. If you have no chance of doing that, then it means that your life has no meaning here…”

Russo’s body let out a devastatingly powerful violet-colored aura; he was trying to intimidate Kane.

“Know that your death isn't going to impact me much; it is just a show of strength. And I will show the difference between a mighty warrior and an ant like you!!" And an ant like yourself!!”

Without wasting another second, Russo bolted for Kane and landed a powerful kick that shattered the ground beneath them.

Kane was still standing; he had dodged the hit, and his eyes were now on the man who was trying to kill him.

“You managed to dodge that?” Russo was a bit confused, but he couldn't let himself look like he lacked composure in battle.

“I will take your head!”

Russo struck Kane again; this time Kane knocked him off balance, making the elder stagger.

“What?”

“Is this possible? Someone who isn't a known cultivator can make Elder Russo stagger like this? He has to be some kind of lucky bastard.”

Russo felt something off, but he couldn't just put his hand on it. He turned to Kane and saw the man move like a warrior who knew where to strike.

‘It must be that he has trained his movements, which is how he was able to overwhelm and kill Daran Becker, but he isn't going to do the same with me!’

Russo took his stance, and the aura around him grew even darker.

“Playtime is over!” He roared as his body began flickering.

“He is about to use it!!”

“Elder Russo is about to use his blazing meteor strike; there isn't a chance for anyone to even think of walking away from that!”

“Yeah, he is a goner!”

Kane stared at the man; he didn't feel the urge to run away or even try to hide.

He watched as the man readied himself to strike him down, ready for anything.

“Blazing Meteor: Comet’s Scythe!”

Russo yelled as he dashed for Kane, moving at inhuman speeds that were hard to calculate.

The punch sent shockwaves that shattered glasses, wine bottles, and other things.

The dust cleared from where Russo had landed his hit, and it wasn't the scene everyone had imagined.

Fear gripped Keith as he saw something he thought would be impossible.

Kane blocked Russo’s strike with one hand, a devilish smirk on his face as he stared at the elder.

“That kind of tickled.”