As Aizen dodged the attack from the two black-clad disciples, they immediately realized something was wrong.
However, by the time they tried to shift their position to continue pursuing Aizen, it was already too late.
Aizen's movements were incredibly fast. Though he hadn't learned any formal footwork techniques, the abundant internal Aura within his body propelled him far beyond the speed of ordinary disciples.
In a single flash of movement, the faces of the three nearby gray-clad servants turned deathly pale.
Aizen was charging straight toward them like a tiger pouncing down the mountain.
With a scream, the three of them scattered in different directions.
But with Aizen's speed, covering three or four meters with each stride, the servants' reactions were still too slow.
With a simple strike, using nothing more than the most basic technique—"chopping wood"—Aizen delivered a blow to one of the servants' necks.
Crack! A sharp sound of bones breaking echoed.
The gray-clad servant struggled to make a gurgling sound, then collapsed to the ground. Blood trickled from his throat, spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"How dare you!"
Both the hooked-nose and yellow-skinned black-clad disciples erupted in fury.
It wasn't just that Aizen had killed a gray-clad servant; it was the fact that he had done so right in front of them, killing one of the people who had reported him. It was an insult, a humiliation they couldn't bear.
At that moment, the two disciples closed in on Aizen, intending to stop his killing spree.
Unfortunately, they were still too slow. Aizen leaped forward again, and their attacks missed, allowing him to dodge just in time. He rushed toward another gray-clad servant.
Without mercy, Aizen's expression remained cold as iron, his gaze sharp as a blade.
For these people, who had spent their days mocking and humiliating him, for those who dared to report him, he would kill every one of them who came after him!
As a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Clan, one should act without restraint!
Whoever dares to offend me, I will kill!
Aizen's hand struck down, hitting the servant in the back.
With a sickening thud, the servant spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart crushed to pieces. His body flew through the air like a broken sack, lifeless.
The surrounding gray-clad servants, watching in horror, turned pale. Their fear of Aizen grew, and they quickly backed away.
"Ah! Aizen, you will die today!"
Having witnessed Aizen kill yet another servant in front of them, the two black-clad disciples were now utterly enraged.
This time, though slow at first, they finally closed in on Aizen, attacking from both sides. Their coordinated strikes aimed at Aizen's left and right, one going for his heart, the other for his lungs.
Both disciples had spent years mastering basic combat techniques, and their attacks were ferocious, no weaker than those of Steward Edric.
But who was Aizen? He was the one who had killed Steward Edric in just two moves.
These two disciples had no idea of Aizen's true strength.
As they closed in, Aizen did not dodge. Instead, he let out a low shout, his body lunging forward like a panther. Instead of retreating, he charged ahead, his fists clenched tight as iron, powered by internal Aura . He aimed his blows at their outstretched arms.
The explosion of force happened so fast that the two disciples had no time to react. They couldn't even change their moves before Aizen's fists connected.
Crack!
The sound of bones shattering echoed as both the hooked-nose and yellow-skinned disciples' faces turned pale. They felt as if their arms had collided with a mountain, pain shooting through their bones as their arms trembled uncontrollably.
Both disciples let out groans of pain, stumbling backward. Aizen sneered but didn't pursue them. Instead, he turned his attention to the last remaining gray-clad servant, who had fled in the distance.
In that brief moment, Aizen had unleashed a brutal counterattack. His fists had met the disciples' hands head-on, catching them off guard and injuring them with sheer force.
This kind of savage combat style sent chills down the spines of the onlookers.
Aizen had only just been promoted to a black-clad disciple, yet his strength was terrifying. Even when two seasoned black-clad disciples joined forces, they were no match for him.
How could anyone hope to fight against such power?
The gray-clad servant who had narrowly escaped was now filled with dread. Faced with Aizen's relentless pursuit, he could barely summon the courage to flee any further.
Run?
Where could he run to?
There was no escaping from the Heavenly Demon Clan.
He had thought that with the presence of the Discipline Hall disciples and Leo's men, Aizen wouldn't be able to do anything to those who reported him.
Once Aizen was taken away by the Discipline Hall, his black-clad disciple status wouldn't matter. Leo, in his rage, would have no qualms about killing him.
But now? The situation was nothing like what he had imagined.
Why was Aizen so powerful? The last remaining servant, filled with regret, had no choice but to kneel and beg for mercy. He knelt on the ground, bowing repeatedly until his forehead was bloodied, no shred of dignity left.
This was the cruel reality of the Heavenly Demon Clan. When the weak offended the strong, there were only two options: beg for mercy or wait to die. There was no other way out.
The Heavenly Demon Clan didn't care about mercy or morality. A mistake could cost you your life.
As Aizen reached the servant, his killing intent did not waver. He had no thoughts of mercy just because the man begged for his life.
He had seen this kind of scene many times. Only today, the one begging for mercy was at his feet.
To show mercy would be to show weakness. It would suggest that making mistakes came without consequences.
More than that, it would suggest that he was easy to bully!
"Aizen, if you dare kill him, the Discipline Hall will come for you!" the hooked-nose disciple shouted, though his voice was weak with fear. His hand was still trembling from Aizen's earlier punch, and he no longer dared act recklessly.
But he still used his position to pressure Aizen. After all, Aizen was just a newly-promoted black-clad disciple. Could he really defy the Discipline Hall?
The yellow-skinned disciple, equally frightened, glared at Aizen and said coldly, "If you kill him, Leo..."
Before he could finish speaking, Aizen kicked the servant in the head, striking his temple precisely.
The servant didn't even have time to make a sound before Aizen's kick shattered his brain, killing him instantly.
"Aizen, you...!" Both black-clad disciples felt a shiver run through them, their eyes twitching with fear.
As they watched Aizen, his black-clad figure seemed to embody the very definition of ruthlessness and audacity, the very essence of a demon.
"The Discipline Hall does not represent me. And as for Leo, he can't do anything to me either. I have now joined the Left Faction!"
Leaving those words behind, Aizen calmly turned around and entered his thatched hut, closing the wooden door with a creak, shutting out the horrified gazes from outside.