"NUX YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"
Sorne shouted in absolute rage as his aura burst all over his place, in front of him, were the corpses of his wives and children, and not just them, Nux Leander had killed almost all his Clan Members.
One had to know, the Ashenhelm Clan had 147 members, and… Nux killed 143 of them…
143 Complete Cultivators, Cultivators who were destined to play in the 'bigger pond'. Cultivators selectively chosen by the Ancestral Order, Cultivators whose potential was far better than most cultivators out there,
Their death was not only a loss to Ashenhelm but to the entirety of Yrniel and the Ancestral Order.
Nux, however, did not care.
This was his warning.
It was a Statement.
It was his way to prove his abilities, it was his way to tell the world that even when the 'Strongest Leader' in the world was after him, taking that chance and targeting him thinking that he was an easy target, it was not a wise option.
