Sign-In System: Starting With Invincible Physique

Chapter 50: Trade

The entire antechamber was now flooded with dead silence

No one had seen him move.

Not Vargas. Not Byron. Not even the two Level 9 elders of the Ironpeak Sect.

Drask and Vespera’s faces warped in incomparable ugliness.

For God’s sake, Valerius was supposed to be the absolute strongest of the young generation!

But first, their precious young master was humiliatingly frozen by a girl who was merely at the Essence Awakening Realm, and now, he was caught by another brat like a pathetic chick!

After a brief silence, came a deafening roar.

"Let him go!" Drask barked, his face contorting in extreme fury.

BOOM!

The four peak Essence Condensation experts—Vargas, Byron, Vespera, and Drask—simultaneously detonated their auras.

Behind them, the remaining thirty elites of the Ironpeak and Barlowe alliance also unleashed their full cultivation.

A wave of essence surged forward like a raging tsunami, intending to completely crush Rhain into meat paste.

In the face of this overwhelming pressure, Rhain did not bat an eye

Suddenly, the Abyssal Sovereign Physique was fully unleashed.

A pitch-black, tyrannical suppression aura erupted from his body out of the blue like awakening of a primordial beast.

BANG!

The two massive forces collided in the center of the antechamber.

But to the absolute horror of Vargas and the others, their combined, overwhelming pressure could not advance even a single inch!

Relying solely on his own Abyssal aura, Rhain was single-handedly, effortlessly resisting the combined, murderous weight of over thirty elite experts!

"Protect Rhain!" Roderick yelled.

Immediately, Roderick, Noran, and the other eight Essence Condensation experts of their group surged forward, explosively releasing their own auras to back Rhain up.

The vast hall was instantly divided into two fiercely clashing domains of violent essence.

Yet, despite the overwhelming tension, not a single person made a move to attack.

Roderick and Noran did not dare to strike.

Seris, the four Azure Cloud elders whose meridians were tightly sealed, and the half-dead, completely unconscious Torin were still lying on the floor.

If a chaotic brawl broke out now, the sheer collateral damage would be enough to kill them.

On the other side, the Ironpeak and Barlowe experts were equally paralyzed.

"Let the Young Master go this instant!" Drask screamed again, his face turning increasingly pale.

If Valerius died here, It would be the end of them all.

"If he dies, Dorian will go entirely insane! He will butcher every single one of us! Do you hear me?"

Even Vargas, the ruthless, cold-blooded bandit who feared nothing, felt a genuine shiver of terror crawl down his spine.

"Brat!" Vargas threatened, his scarred face twisting viciously. "Free him right now, or I swear to the gods, I will find every single person you have ever cared about and slaughter your entire family!"

Caught by the throat, Valerius was facing a nightmare.

Being held in such close proximity to Rhain, he was bearing the brunt of the Abyssal Sovereign aura.

It was horrifying. He couldn’t breathe.

It felt as if he was plunged into an endless sea of black, and he would die the very next moment.

"My... my father..." Valerius weakly gasped, his legs kicking helplessly in the air as he tried to squeeze out a final, pathetic threat.

Rhain completely ignored his protest.

His dark grey irises sweeping over Vargas, Drask, and others.

"Let Seris and the elders go." Rhain said sharply, like a blade of ice, "And I will let him go."

"Do it," Drask hissed through clenched teeth.

He exchanged a rapid, calculating glance with Vargas and Byron.

Their thoughts perfectly aligned in that single fraction of a second.

Valerius’s life was the absolute priority.

If Dorian’s son died, their own heads would roll.

But the moment Valerius was safely back in their ranks?

They had four peak Level 9 Essence Condensation experts. They had thirty elite cultivators.

Rhain’s group barely numbered ten.

"Release them!" Vargas rasped, waving his hand sharply.

At his command, the Ironpeak elders deactivated the heavy essence-sealing chains binding the four Azure Cloud elders.

Four elders, battered, bloodied, and completely exhausted, forced themselves to stand.

Two of them immediately rushed to Torin’s side, hoisting the half-dead, unconscious Torin onto their shoulders.

Seris slowly pushed herself up from the cold stone floor.

"They can go, release young master!" Drask’s eyes were burning with murderous intent.

Rhain casually opened his hand.

Thud.

Valerius dropped heavily on the floor like a discarded sack of garbage.

Before the so-called number one genius of Greymist Town could even scramble to his knees, Rhain raised his foot.

BANG!

His body was kicked away like a rolling gourd.

"Scram!"

Drask and Vespera’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in sheer outrage, but they didn’t dare to attack just yet.

Valerius was thoroughly humiliated.

To be treated like a pathetic, kicked dog in front of all these elite experts was a disgrace worse than death.

But right now, he didn’t dare to utter half a syllable of protest.

He had just crawled back from the jaws of hell. Rhain had completely shattered his courage.

He gritted his teeth, awkwardly scrambled to his feet, and desperately limped back toward the Ironpeak and Barlowe forces, not even daring to look back.

At the exact same time, Seris and the four battered Azure Cloud elders hurriedly crossed the vast antechamber.

The four elders looked at Rhain with look of utmost gratitude on their faces.

They had lost any hope to escape alive. If not for him, they would have definitely died today.

Roderick, Noran, and others immediately stepped forward, forming a tight defensive wall to shield the injured elders and the half-dead, unconscious Torin.

The moment Seris finally stepped into the safety of Rhain’s presence, the last string of tense fear in her heart snapped.

Her beautiful, pale purple eyes misted over with heavy tears.

Without caring about the countless gazes locked onto them,, she threw her soft body fiercely into Rhain’s embrace.

"Rhain..." she sobbed, her delicate body trembling, "I... I thought I would never be able to see you again..."

Feeling the warm body pressing against him, the murderous aura radiating from Rhain vanished without a trace.

He slowly reached out his hands, gently embracing her slender, soft waist, and pressed her head comfortably against his chest.

"I am sorry," Rhain whispered softly, his voice carrying an unprecedented gentleness as he gently patted her hair. "I am sorry for not coming sooner."

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over her pale face tenderly.

"I am here. It’s alright now."

Hearing his calm, reassuring voice, the grievances and sheer terror that had built up in Seris’s heart melted away like snow under the morning sun.

On the opposite side of the vast antechamber, Valerius had crawled back to Drask and Vespera.

Drask hurriedly stepped forward, reaching out to support his trembling body

Valerius could not even speak; his chest heaved as he frantically gasped for air, his eyes still wide with lingering dread.

Seeing his young master in such a miserable state, Drask abruptly raised his head, his sharp gaze sweeping past Rhain and locking onto the delicate figure of Seris resting in his embrace.

"Your Azure Cloud Sect is truly cunning to the extreme!" Drask hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

He glared at Roderick and the surviving Azure Cloud elders, his eyes burning with venom. "To think you old bastards had been secretly hiding two such monstrous talents in the dark, and we did not know a single thing about it! If we allowed them to grow for a few more years, our Ironpeak Sect might really have been threatened!"

Vespera stepped up beside him, a cruel, mocking sneer plastering her face, "But it does not matter. No matter how talented they are, today, every single one of them will die here! Not even the gods can save you now!"

Hearing the threat, Roderick, Noran, and the Azure Cloud elders gripped their weapons tightly.

The real battle will start now. They have 11 people, while their opponents have 30, it’s one against three, and they have no idea whether they will leave this place alive.

But none of them have any fear in their eyes.

Rhain’s hand stopped stroking her hair.

He slowly released his embrace, gently pushing Seris behind him, and looked at Drask.

The softness in his abyssal grey eyes evaporated in the fraction of a millisecond.

It was replaced by boundless killing intent, that made the surrounding temperature plummet in a flash.

"Kill everyone," Rhain ordered flatly, his voice echoing like the absolute judgment of the grim reaper.

"Leave no one alive."