Chapter 92: All Hell Broke Loose

"He... he killed him..." someone in the crowd stammered.

"Solari Clan has gone mad! They want to bathe Mirravele City in blood!"

"Run! Get out of here! The streets are going to run red with blood tonight!"

Panic erupted like a broken dam, but within the Ashvele Clan’s ranks, there was only a frozen stillness.

Atlas stood stupefied. His eyes fixated on the fountain of blood still bubbling from Matthias’s severed neck.

Matthias was dead. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

For a brief second, the sheer impossibility of the act held Atlas in place.

But then, the shock shattered, instantly replaced by a boundless, all-consuming rage.

Sanity completely evaporated from his mind.

It didn’t matter what the consequences were anymore.

It didn’t matter if executing a Solari direct bloodline member would trigger a catastrophic clan war that neither side wished for.

The Ashvele Clan’s honor had been dragged through the mud, stomped on, and entirely desecrated.

If they allowed Jarek Solari to walk away alive after this, the Ashvele Clan would become the greatest laughingstock in the history of the Outer Frontier!

"JAREK!!!"

Atlas let out a guttural roar that tore through the night sky.

His peak Spirit Manifestation Realm aura—erupted like a ferocious hurricane, cracking the marble pavement beneath his boots.

"KILL HIM!" Atlas shrieked, his voice, "I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES! TEAR HIM TO PIECES!"

Behind Atlas, more than a dozen Ashvele Clan elders, all residing within the Spirit Manifestation Realm, drew their weapons simultaneously.

Their eyes were burning with a fanatical, suicidal thirst for vengeance.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Over a dozen dense, oppressive auras detonated at once. The sheer, catastrophic burst of combined power was so overwhelming that the surrounding buildings trembled.

Led by Atlas, the twelve Spirit Manifestation experts shot forward like a volley of lethal comets.

Standing at the epicenter of that storm, it felt as if a physical mountain had just been dropped onto Rhain’s shoulders.

Even with the monstrous durability of his Abyssal Sovereign Physique, facing thirteen high-level experts head-on was nothing short of a death wish.

Unless he used the Solar Annihilation Sphere Art...

But channeling a Heaven-Grade flame required time.

Time that thirteen frenzied, bloodthirsty experts were definitely not going to give him.

"Well, it doesn’t matter. I never intended to fight them anyway.’

A cold smirk brushed past his lips beneath the disguise.

Sizzle!

Arcs of lightning flashed beneath his feet.

He turned on his heel, ready to flee from the spot.

"PROTECT YOUNG MASTER JAREK!"

A sudden, thunderous roar exploded from somewhere within the paralyzed crowd.

Rhain’s foot froze mid-step.

From three different directions, several figures abruptly burst out from the sea of stunned onlookers, their auras erupting into the open.

Their robes bore the unmistakable golden crest of the Solari Clan—three Spirit Manifestation experts and a handful of Essence Condensation cultivators who had been quietly enjoying the auction’s aftermath in the streets.

All of their faces were pale.

None of them had any idea why Jarek had suddenly murdered a high-ranking Ashvele elder in broad public view.

None of them could fathom the catastrophic consequences this single act would unleash upon their clan.

But all that didn’t matter right now.

What mattered was Jarek Solari was the Patriarch’s nephew.

He was the Head Enforcer’s only son.

If he died here, on a public street, surrounded by Solari Clan members who failed to act, every single one of them would be flayed alive by the Patriarch himself the moment they returned to the estate.

"Don’t let them harm young master!" one of the Solari elders roared, drawing his weapon.

"Young Master, RUN! Save your life!"

"We’ll hold them! GO!"

Rhain didn’t need to be told twice.

His boots sparked with lightning, and his body blurred into a phantom-like afterimage as he rapidly retreated.

But even as he fled, he made sure to play his role perfectly to the very end.

Rhain’s obnoxious, arrogant voice echoed across the bloody street. "Kill them! Kill all these Ashvele dogs! Don’t leave a single one of them breathing!"

"YES, YOUNG MASTER!"

The Solari members shouted in unison, their faces twisting with grim determination, completely unaware that they had just been sentenced to death by the very man they were trying to protect.

"JAREK! YOU COWARD!" Atlas shrieked, his voice tearing at his throat as he watched the arrogant degenerate slip away.

Atlas tried to chase after him, but a Solari Clan elder desperately tackled him, dragging him into a brutal, close-quarters deathmatch.

"Get out of my way! I’LL KILL HIM!"

"Over my dead body!"

Boom! Clang!

The street became a butcher’s yard within seconds.

But Rhain was already long gone.

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Five streets away, in a narrow alleyway, Rhain finally slowed his pace.

Rhain raised a hand, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the Faceless Emperor Mask hidden beneath the illusory facade.

A single thought, and the disguise would dissolve.

He would melt back into the crowd as a complete stranger, untraceable, untouchable.

Even if every Core Formation expert in Mirravele City personally hunted him through the streets, none of them would be able to find a single trace.

But he didn’t tear it off.

A crooked smirk slowly stretched across his disguised face.

"The fire isn’t hot enough yet. I need to make sure their hatred for each other becomes irreversible.’

He dropped his hand from the mask.

Rhain channeled his essence into his Flashing Thunder Boots and darted back into the streets.

He headed straight toward the western commercial sector.

When he had been casually roaming Mirravele City with Seris the previous day, he wasn’t just entertaining her curiosity. His Eyes of Truth had been meticulously scanning and mapping the entire city.

He had noted the location of every single Ashvele Clan establishment.

More importantly, he had specifically pinpointed the properties guarded by low-level Essence Condensation Realm cultivators—people who could afford absolutely zero resistance to his strength.

A few minutes later, Rhain stood before a lavish pill shop..

Hanging proudly above the large double doors was a polished wooden signboard bearing the crest of the Ashvele Clan.

Rhain’s smile deepened.

This was one of the dozens of pill shops the Ashvele Clan operated throughout Mirravele City.

Rhain casually strolled up to the entrance.

Crash!

Without a single word of warning, Rhain kicked the heavy wooden doors with enough physical force to shatter them directly off their iron hinges.

Inside, the shop attendants and the three Essence Condensation Realm guards froze in shock.

"Who dare—!" one of the guards shouted, reaching for his blade.

But before their brains could even process the intrusion, a dark phantom had already crossed the room.

Shadow Flicker Steps.

Snap!

Rhain appeared directly behind the first guard, effortlessly twisting his neck a full one-hundred-and-eighty degrees.

The man dropped dead before his sword even cleared its scabbard.

"Enemy attack!" the second guard screamed in terror.

Squelch.

A hand coated in dark essence pierced straight through the second guard’s chest, crushing his heart.

Within five seconds, the three guards and two senior attendants were nothing more than lifeless corpses bleeding out onto the polished wooden floor.

Only one person remained alive.

Huddled in the corner behind a shattered glass counter was a young shop boy, barely at the Essence Awakening Realm.

The boy was trembling so vigorously he looked as if his bones might rattle right out of his skin.

Rhain slowly walked over, his boots crunching on the broken glass.

He reached down, grabbing the boy by the collar of his uniform, and effortlessly hoisted him into the air.

"Look at my face," Rhain commanded, perfectly mimicking Jarek’s arrogant, sneering tone.

The boy forced his tear-filled eyes open, his face draining of all color when he recognized the infamous degenerate of the Solari Clan.

"Y-Young Master Jarek..."

"Good. You have eyes," Rhain smirked cruelly. "I am leaving you alive for one reason. Go back to your pathetic clan and deliver a message."

Rhain leaned in, his voice dripping with utter contempt.

"Tell them that the time of the Solari Clan’s rule has arrived. Tell your elders that from tonight onward, the Ashvele Clan must learn to bow in our presence... or be wiped off the Mirravele City."

Rhain dropped the trembling boy, who instantly scrambled out of the ruined shop, screaming for his life.

Rhain didn’t linger.

He turned and vanished into the night.

Within the next few hours, absolute hell broke loose across Mirravele City.

He hit a second Ashvele shop, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth.

Every single location was reduced to a blood-soaked ruin.