Those men all looked murderous, enveloping the tavern with a malicious aura. The shop owner and waiters had long fled the place.
The remaining customers also moved away.
Everyone was eyeing the young man pitifully, as if they were looking at a dead body.
The mayor was in critical condition, and the grand knight's power was at its peak. In addition, there were also the Shadow Church, the adventurers, and the mercenaries in Vader City right now.
Even a three-year-old could see what they were plotting by joining forces with the grand knight.
The people of Shadow Church, unlike adventurers and mercenaries, were all unruly, killing whenever they liked, with no one there to control them. They were the reason why people were getting killed in Vader City from time to time.
There were more than ten of them, all looking cold and vicious. They were all at least at tier 1, with some of them already at tier 2.
So, the people in the tavern were looking at the young man with such pitying gazes.
However, that young man, even in the face of these ten murderous men, still had a lazy smile on his face. He smiled and said, "So, are you all Creed's lackeys?"
Lackeys.
At this word, the entire place fell silent.
It was an extremely insulting word usually used to describe people who helped others do evil.
The onlookers who were all gathered in a corner of the tavern were all dumbfounded. What an arrogant young man!
Not only was he not afraid, he even had the audacity to call these people from the Shadow Church Creed's lackeys.
Was he trying to get himself killed?
Some say everyone has to die, but some just need a little help. Maybe they say that for a reason.
"You're courting death." A disciple from the Shadow Church had a cold gaze. His sharp tone was filled with boundless murderous intent. "Then, I'll grant you your wish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around the disciple exploded, and a dark magical aura surrounded him. His tier 2 power burst out, blowing away the empty chairs around him.
The distance between the two was about ten meters. The disciple from the Shadow Church stepped on the ground, and in a split second, he had arrived in front of the young man.
He was already holding a dagger that was shining with a cold light.
With a raise of his hand, he gripped the dagger hard, and like a venomous snake that was hunting its prey, he swiftly and viciously slashed towards the young man's throat.
The person who had attacked was a tier 2 expert. His strength could be considered top-notch even in the Shadow Church.
Just as the young man was about to be decapitated by the dagger, two long and fair fingers suddenly stretched out, firmly clamping the dagger between them.
Immediately, the disciple's expression changed. He realized that his dagger could not move even an inch further.
Following that, the young man flipped his hand, and with a flick, the dagger was snatched and stabbed into the disciple's hand through his palm.
Powerful magic flowed crazily into the disciple's arm through the dagger.
Peng!
The person's arm could not withstand the magic that had been forcefully pumped into it. Under everyone's watchful eyes, it exploded into a mist of blood.
"Ah!!" the man screamed with a heart-wrenching roar, but it was of no use.
"Your strength doesn't fit your temper. Willing to kill just because of a disagreement, but yet you're so weak." The young man looked at the disciple who was lying on the ground wailing and said lazily.
"Wow..." the surrounding onlookers were all dumbfounded. They didn't feel any aura flowing from the young man's body at all. They had all thought that he was just an ordinary person.
This man, however, was able to cripple one of his companion's arms in just an instant. He was simply pretending to be weak.
"Everyone, let's attack him together! Kill him!" Someone shouted, and the remaining disciples of the Shadow Church all stood up from their seats. They were filled with righteous indignation.
Ever since they had come to Vader City, they had always been the ones bullying and suppressing people. This was the first time one of them had been injured!
All the disciples' eyes were burning with murderous intent.
Then, all of them released their own auras at once.
Magic intersected and reflected off each other.
The most novice ones among them were all at the peak of tier 1, while the strongest ones had already reached the initial stage of tier 2.
The auras that these people had released at the same time stirred up a gust of wind, which swept away all the tables and chairs.
"Ridiculous."
A lazy smile hung on the young man's face, and his attitude was as casual as ever. Even though this group of Shadow Church disciples had all just released their aura at the same time, there wasn't the slightest hint of fear on his face.
He simply tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times.
Hummm!
The huge sword that was placed at the corner of the table suddenly flew up and was suspended in mid-air.
The sword energy that was constantly spewing out from the sword caused all the disciples of the Shadow Church who were about to charge forward stop in their tracks.
They all felt helpless. The appearance of this huge sword was simply too terrifying.
If it were used to just lightly slap any of their bodies, they would not be able to endure it.
"Quick! Kill him! He's alone!" The disciple who was lying on the ground with a missing arm was still shouting. At this moment, his eyes were closed due to the pain he was suffering. He could not see the situation in front of him at all.
When everyone heard this, they all looked left and right before regaining their confidence.
That's right. It didn't matter how powerful that young man was, he was all by himself, while they had many. What was there to be afraid of?
"Charge!" Another loud shout was heard. A few fighters closed in on him while the mages began to cast spells behind them.
"Ha..."
The huge sword shot out at a speed that was completely incompatible with its size. It was as fast as lightning and swept across all of them instantly.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and a bloody scar appeared on the throats of the few people who were charging at the front.
They immediately fell.
Another sweep shot out, and it closed in on a wizard who was casting a spell behind them. The wizard was also unable to dodge in time, and his throat was slashed by this sword.
The magic that had just gathered in his hand once again dissipated into thin air.
At this time, the disciple who had been injured previously finally sensed that something was wrong.
He put aside the intense pain and forced open his eyes, only to see his fellow disciples all falling down.
"No... No! You can't kill me!" Seeing the young man walking towards him step by step, the disciple finally panicked.
The arrogance in his eyes was replaced by endless fear and regret.
"I'm from the Shadow Church! You can't kill me! If you kill me, the bishop won't let you off!" He retreated while begging for mercy.
"Be more careful in your next life."
The young man grabbed his sword and swung it.
The sword in his hand seemed almost magical.
The tip of the sword grazed the disciple's throat but was not stained with a drop of blood.
The surrounding onlookers all froze on the spot in fear, not daring to act rashly.
They were all guessing what tier this person was at.
In the cultivation of magic, tiers represented one's progression in cultivation. Tier 1 referred to apprentices, tier 2 beginners, tier 3 intermediate cultivators, tier 4 advanced cultivators, tier 5 extraordinary cultivators, tier 6 Saint-like cultivators, and finally tier 7 God-like cultivators.
This young man in front of them... had probably already reached tier 4.