Chapter 120: Solar Annihilation

Patriarch Brycen!

His long, unkempt grey hair whipped violently in the night wind, making him look less like a patriarch and more like a feral beast.

PATRIARCH!"

Kynlee’s broken, bloodied body surged with desperate hope, tears and blood streaming down his face in equal measure.

The surviving Ashvele members wept aloud, overjoyed by the sudden emergence of their god.

"Patriarch! You’ve finally awakened! They — they attacked us without warning! Solari and Silvercrest conspired together to destroy us."

"Patriarch, save us!"

"They murdered my father right in front of me!"

Brycen listened to the wails of his dying clan.

His bloodshot eyes slowly swept across the devastation below him.

Everywhere — everywhere — were the bodies of his people.

Slowly, his face twisted into an impossibly ugly, demonic visage.

The veins on his forehead pulsed as if they were about to burst from his skin.

"I will remember this night."

The whisper became a growl.

"Even if I cannot kill every single one of you tonight..."

The growl became a roar.

"I WILL NEVER STOP! I WILL HUNT YOUR CLANS TO THE EDGES OF THE WORLD! I WILL BURN YOUR ESTATES, SLAUGHTER YOUR CHILDREN, AND ERASE YOUR BLOODLINES FROM THE ANNALS OF HISTORY! NOT A SINGLE SOUL CONNECTED TO YOUR FILTHY NAMES WILL DRAW BREATH WHILE I STILL LIVE!"

BOOM!!!

Brycen’s Level 7 Core Formation aura detonated without restraint.

He moved.

One moment he was standing above the ruins.

The next, he was standing directly in front of his enemies.

BOOM!

A massive shockwave of dense, emerald essence exploded from his palms, sweeping across the courtyard like an apocalyptic tide.

Dozens of allied cultivators from the Solari and Silvercrest forces didn’t even have time to scream.

They were instantly pulverized into a mist of blood.

"Ugh!"

Aurelian and the Solari Patriarch were thrown violently backward.

Their weapons trembled as they desperately tried to block the Level 7 pressure.

They were suppressed. Completely.

The gap between mid and late Core Formation was simply too vast a chasm to cross with mere numbers.

High above, Rhain watched the massacre without a single change in his expression.

’What a mess.’

Rhain gently tapped his foot on the feathers of his mount. "Kiki. Attack him."

SCREEECH—!

The massive blue eagle folded its wings and dove like a sapphire meteor.

It unleashed a terrifying volley of wind blades aimed directly at Brycen’s back.

Brycen spun around, shattering the wind blades with a casual, furious swipe of his hand.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto the massive beast, and then... onto the dark-robed youth standing calmly atop its back.

A middle aged man in dark robes, looking down at him as if he were nothing more than a struggling insect.

"Die!" Brycen snarled, not even stopping to think in his rage, and attacking directly.

Brycen’s body erupted with emerald light as he kicked off the ground, shooting toward Rhain like a cannonball.

"Kiki. soar," Rhain ordered calmly.

Kiki responded instantly, spreading its huge wings.

With a powerful flap of its massive wings, Kiki shot straight up into the clouds.

Brycen leaped as high as his cultivation would carry him, but he could not fly.

He ascended a few hundred feet, but gravity inevitably took hold.

He swiped empty air, his momentum dying out as he helplessly began to plummet back down toward the ruined estate, entirely unable to touch even Rhain’s dark robes.

As Brycen crashed back into the courtyard, Rhain stood high in the clouds, looking down at the desperate patriarch.

’He can jump high, but Core Formation Realm experts still can’t truly fly.’

’Pathetic.’

Hovering high above the ruined estate, completely out of reach from anyone below, Rhain’s eyes scanned the turbulent battlefield.

Brycen. Kynlee. The weeping remnants of the Ashvele Clan. Silvercrest Clan. Solari Clan.

Cassian and his Silver-Armored Guards, still locked in combat with Vulcan, Aldric, and six Core Formation Realm experts.

Rhain’s gaze swept over all of them.

Then his voice descended from the sky.

"LISTEN WELL," Rhain’s voice sounded like a divine decree, amplified by his dense essence.

Every last one of them instinctively looked up.

"ASHVELE CLAN WON’T EXIST AFTER TONIGHT!"

Brycen roared in defiance from the ground.

But his voice was quickly drowned out by what happened next.

Rhain closed his eyes for a fraction of a second.

Then, he let it all out.

BOOM!

The full, unrestrained might of the Abyssal Sovereign Physique erupted.

A pitch-black void expanded around him, hungrily devouring the essence in the air, creating a terrifying vacuum in the sky.

And from that absolute darkness, a single spark ignited.

Red Tribulations Heavenly Flame.

He channeled it to its absolute maximum limit.

His meridians burned with the terrifying output, but his physique handled the monstrous strain resiliently.

Rare-Grade Martial Art: Solar Annihilation Sphere Art!

Blood-red fire rapidly expanded, swirling and compressing into a perfect sphere.

The heat radiating from the sky was incomprehensible. The moisture in the air evaporated instantly.

But it didn’t stop.

It grew. And grew.

Ten feet across.

Thirty feet.

Fifty feet.

A hundred feet.

The blood-red sphere continued to grow, fed by the bottomless reserves of his peak Essence Condensation Realm cultivation.

Ten times larger than the one he had used to vaporize Hayden.

It swelled, expanded, and began to rotate.

From below, it looked like the sun had dawned in the night sky.

The blinding light instantly chased away the darkness of the night, turning the entire Mirravele City as bright as scorching noon.

Thousands of people in Mirravele City came out of their home, looking up at this impossible scene with horror clearly written on their faces.

"My God...is this the end of the world?"

This thought flashed in every single person of the Mirravele City.

Down below, the battle completely halted.

Every single person—the Solari Patriarch, Aurelian, Cassian, Vulcan, and even Brycen—stopped in their tracks.

Their necks craned upward, their faces illuminated by the beautiful glow of the blood-red sun.

"What... in the name of the heavens... is that?" Cassian whispered, his Level 7 aura shuddering uncontrollably under the heat of that fire.

Even from the distance — the heat was so intense that he felt hus skin prickle as though he were standing before an open forge.

Not just him, every single Core Formation Realm expert felt a terror gripping their souls.

Below, among the shattered ruins of the Ashvele estate, Orion Ashvele looked up.

His mouth hung open, but no sound came out.

He had seen this fire before.

"No..." Orion murmured, his voice sounding as if he was desperately trying to escape from a nightmare. "No, no, no, no—"

Rhain looked down at everyone with utterly emotionless eyes.

His voice, chilling like that of a devil came from above.

"ASHVELE CLAN, BURN TO ASHES!"

With a cold, decisive downward swing of his arm, Rhain released the sphere.

It fell like a falling star, leaving a trail of superheated space in its wake.

Brycen Ashvele screamed in defiance, unleashing every last drop of his Level 7 essence to try and block the descending sun upon his clan.

But it was like throwing a pebble into a volcano.

The blood-red sun touched the center of the Ashvele estate.

BOOOOOOM!!!!

The apocalyptic fireball exploded upon the Ashvele Clan.