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The Arrival of Prince Kalasekti’s Envoy
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A menacing grin spread across Prime Minister Arya’s face as he faced nearly three hundred enemies before him. Not a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

Facing overwhelming numbers was nothing new to him. He had done it countless times before alongside King Wirabhumi, when the two of them roamed the lands, eradicating every dark sect within the territory of the Erlangga Kingdom.

“You have a choice,” Arya declared coldly. “Leave this place and abandon the dark sect… or I’ll rip the life out of every single one of you.”

“Stay calm, everyone! He’s alone — he can’t possibly take us all!” shouted one of the disciples, trying to encourage his terrified comrades.

“Very well, if that’s your choice.”

Arya’s grin widened — and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished.

In less than five seconds, more than ten members of the Devil Flame Sect were already lying dead on the ground. Each corpse bore deep, clean slashes across the neck — wounds so precise that not one of them had a chance to scream
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