Sign-In System: Starting With Invincible Physique

Chapter 61: Ultimate Plan

"We took everything."

For a fraction of a second, Dorris Graves and Harmon Vael simply stood there, their minds completely failing to process the sheer, incomprehensible magnitude of what they had just heard.

And then a feeling of pure ecstacy flooded their minds.

Hundreds of Rare-Grade martial arts? Rare-Grade weapons? Priceless spiritual herbs?

With these unimaginable resources, the Azure Cloud Sect and the Graves family would completely dominate the Greymist Region.

But ecstatic smiles could fully bloom on their faces, the grim reality hit them.

Valerius is dead. Every single member of the Ironpeak Sect and the Barlowe family... they were all slaughtered. Not a single one survived.

They knew exactly what this meant.

In the entire Greymist Town, the balance of power had always been very fragile.

The Ironpeak Sect possessed four Spirit Manifestation Realm cultivators, including the tyrannical Dorian Krath. The Barlowe family possessed two, led by Lowen.

A total of six Spirit Manifestation experts.

On the other side, the Azure Cloud Sect had exactly three: Harmon, Great Elder Silas, and Second Elder Amos. The Graves family had two: Dorris and his father Kory.

A total of five.

The reason these four factions had not gone to all-out war despite the Ironpeak alliance’s clear superiority in strength was simple.

Mutual destruction.

Even if Dorian and Lowen managed to completely annihilate the Azure Cloud Sect and the Graves family, the dying counterattacks of five Spirit Manifestation experts would inflict irreversible, devastating damage on their own ranks.

That fear had maintained the peace.

But now? That fear no longer existed.

Their top talents were dead.

Their core elders were slaughtered.

The Ironpeak and Barlowe factions had completely lost their future.

They had absolutely nothing left to lose.

And precisely because they were ruined, they had absolutely nothing left to lose.

They would retaliate with the maddened, suicidal desperation of a ferocious beast whose offspring had just been murdered.

Harmon and Dorris exchanged a single, heavy glance.

In that fraction of a second, an unspoken resolve was forged between them.

"Torin," Harmon commanded solemnly, "Take Rhain and everyone back, and leave this place immediately."

He turned his gaze toward the distant peaks of the Azure Cloud Sect.

"Seal the sect gates. No one is allowed to step outside for an entire year."

Dorris stepped forward, placing a heavy, trembling hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.

"Roderick," Dorris said, his voice unusually soft but firm. "From today onward, you are the Head of the Graves family. Take care of our bloodline."

Roderick’s hawkish eyes shrank to pinpoints. He instantly realized what they were planning to do.

"Brother... no!" Roderick grabbed Dorris’s arm, and pleaded. "What are you doing? You can’t!"

It wasn’t hard to understand what both Harmon and Dorris decided to do next.

If Dorian and Lowen were killed here, the enemy factions would lose their heads.

Without their leaders, the remaining Spirit Manifestation experts would lack the unity to launch an all-out war.

And with that mountain of resources—and just one year of time—no one in Greymist Town would ever be able to stop the rise of their sect, and family.

Furthermore, they weren’t just betting their life on those resources.

Harmon looked at Rhain.

With Rhain’s logic-breaking talent, one year was all they needed.

Just one year, and Rhain would grow into an invincible monster that no one in Greymist Town could ever hope to stop.

Therefore, Harmon and Dorris had both decided to sacrifice their own lives to drag Dorian and Lowen down to hell!

Realising this, Roderick whipped his head around, his pleading gaze locking onto the dark-robed youth standing quietly at the side.

Rhain had told him in the golden palace that he could deal with Dorian.

He must have a plan!

Feeling the panicked gazes falling upon him, Rhain stepped forward.

His dark grey irises swept over the grim, resolved faces of the two faction leaders.

"There is no need to be so worried," He said calmly, his voice utterly devoid of any worry that had plastered everyone’s face.

He looked at Harmon and Dorris, whose auras were already beginning to silently surge with suicidal resolve.

"I have a way to kill Dorian."

The words fell lightly, but in the ears of the gathered elders, they echoed like a booming thunderclap.

Harmon, Dorris, Roderick, and Torin all turned their heads, looking at the dark-robed youth with intense curiosity.

Kill a Spirit Manifestation Realm expert at the seventh level?

It was a statement so completely absurd that if any other Essence Condensation youth had uttered it, they would have been immediately slapped for their sheer ignorance.

But when those words were uttered from Rhain’s mouth, not a single trace of doubt surfaced in their minds.

After watching him effortlessly crush a massive beast horde, casually slaughter four peak Level 9 Essence Condensation experts, and casually shatter the puppet at the Spirit Manifestation Realm... their common sense had long been shattered into dust.

Right now, if Rhain pointed up and said he could poke a hole in the sky with a single finger, they would obediently nod and ask which finger he wanted to use.

"You really have a way?" Harmon asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Who would like to die if they could live?

"I do," Rhain simply nodded.

While the Azure Cloud Sect and Graves family members quietly organized themselves behind Rhain, the atmosphere on the exact opposite side of the crater was undergoing a chilling shift.

Dorian Krath and Lowen Barlowe stood near the edge of the spatial rift.

The cruel, mocking sneers that had been on their faces had slowly begun to stiffen, before gradually melting into an incredibly ugly darkness.

Time was ticking away.

Fifty people.

Not a single shadow had emerged from the shimmering gateway.

Impossible, Dorian thought, forcefully denying the ominous thought that was involuntarily surfacing in his mind.

Lowen gripped his serpent-wood cane so tightly his knuckles turned white.

They forced the creeping dread down into the deepest pits of their stomachs and waited patiently, their unblinking eyes burning a hole into the spatial gateway.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Suddenly, the massive silver vortex in the center of the crater began to tremble.

"SKREEEEEEE!"

A loud, ear-piercing shriek of tearing space ripped through the barren valley.

Under the widened eyes of Dorian and Lowen, the massive silver gateway rapidly collapsed inward, and then—

Pop.

It vanished completely without a trace.

The gate of the Hollow Realm had closed.

And according to the absolute spatial laws of the world, it would not open again for another five years.

Anyone trapped inside was either already dead, or would be torn to shreds by the collapsing inner dimensions.

The realization struck Dorian and Lowen.

No one was coming out.

Valerius. Drask. Vespera. Byron. Vargas.

Dead.

Every single one of them had been wiped from the face of this world.

"No..." Lowen stumbled backward, his serpent-wood cane clattering against the rocky ground. His face was entirely devoid of blood. "No... my family... all of them..."

Beside him, Dorian Krath stood perfectly still.

Then, his mind completely and utterly snapped.

BOOM!!!

An earth shattering aura of the level 7 Spirit Manifestation Realm exploded from Dorian’s massive body.

He took a step forward, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the surviving members of the Azure Cloud Sect and the Graves family.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SON!"

Dorian’s roar shook the barren valley.

Torin stepped forward, his eyes locked on Dorian without a shred of fear.

"Dead," Torin spat. "Every single one of them is dead."

Dorian froze.

Before his brain could even process the words, a harsh, mocking laugh erupted across the crater.

Roderick stepped up beside Torin, gripping his bloodstained broadsword, with an unhinged grin.

"And your precious son, Dorian?" Roderick threw his head back and laughed loudly. "I killed him myself! You should have seen him, Dorian! When he realized he was going to die, that arrogant bastard dropped straight to his knees!"

"He smashed his head against the stone floor until it bled! He sobbed and begged me not to kill him like a miserable, pathetic dog!"

"You lie..." Dorian growled, his entire body trembled like a mountain before landslide.

"Lie?" Dorris stepped to the forefront, his face twisting with fury.

"Dorian, You have the nerve to ask what happened?" Dorris roared. "How dare you collude with Vargas! You allied yourself with that bloodthirsty bandit scum to set a death trap for our people!"

Dorris pointed a trembling finger straight at Dorian’s face.

"It is a blessing from the gods that your people died! They deserved every ounce of their miserable deaths! And today, you will join them in hell!"

Dorian’s mind buzzed.

The words pierced his brain like poisoned needles.

His son. The pride of the Ironpeak Sect. Begging on his knees like a dog?

Even if a tiny fragment of his rationality screamed that Roderick was merely taunting him, that this was a trap designed to enrage him... it didn’t matter.

The irrefutable truth remained hovering right before his eyes.

The Hollow Realm was closed.

No one was coming back.

His son was gone forever.

He had heard the absolute worst thing a father could hear, delivered in the most agonizing, cruel way imaginable.

"I WILL TEAR YOU ALL TO PIECES!!!"

Dorian let out a roar that completely defied human limits.

BOOM!

The ground beneath his feet shattered into a spiderweb of craters.

The sheer force of his Spirit Manifestation aura blew the surrounding boulders into dust.

He shot forward, hurtling directly toward Roderick and Torin to rip their heads from their shoulders.

But there was a figure even faster.

Swoosh!

A dark-robed silhouette blurred from behind Torin and Roderick.

A violent trail of lightning flashed on his wake.

As Rhain passed Dorris, he raised his right hand.

Resting between his fingers was a small, glass-like bead, glowing with an unstable, violently churning golden light.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Rhain threw the glowing orb directly at Dorian’s face.

Dorian, completely blinded by his rage, didn’t even bother to register what the tiny object was.

He raised his massive hand, infused with the terrifying, mountain-crushing power of his Level 7 Spirit Manifestation essence, and slapped the glowing orb away.

It was the biggest mistake of his entire life.

The moment Dorian’s thick palm made contact with the glass-like surface of the bead...

Crack!

The small orb shattered.

And then...

BOOOOOOM!!!