The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1387

The summit of Mount Netheris was a scene of pure horror.

Legend had it that the ancient relic of the Netheris Domain had the power to devour worlds and obliterate entire planets in an instant.

And now, that mythical, godlike treasure was truly in the hands of a young man from a foreign land.

At that moment, the terrifying First Ancient Relic was violently draining the Pure Energy and bloodline of 10 Pseudo Sanctified Realm guardians.

The scene was brutal and drenched in blood, too gruesome to watch.

The bodies of Netheris Domain's 10 top guardians were rapidly shriveling up.

Agonizing screams tore through the air, so harrowing they made onlookers' hearts race and skin crawl.

Dying from a single clean strike wasn't scary—what was terrifying was being drained drop by drop of blood, energy, and even marrow.

All around, spectators watched in horror as the once-mighty guardians—men who had once radiated dominance—begged for mercy, howled in agony, and were reduced to nothing more than thin sheets of human skin. The sight triggered waves of nausea.

Many warriors with weaker mental fortitude fainted on the spot.

The sheer speed of Robin's blade—cutting through the throats of 10 guardians in one strike—was unmatched.

Even without the ancient relic, such lightning-fast skills would be enough to make him invincible across all of Netheris.

"Valdor!"

Robin coldly pointed at the lead guardian under the High Pontiff's command.

In the next instant, the Golden Dragon lunged forward and swallowed Valdor's shriveled corpse whole.

Crunch ... Crunch ...

The air was filled with the sound of bones being chewed to bits by the dragon.

Valdor—once majestic and merciless—was now nothing more than dust. Not a trace of him remained.

The remaining nine guardians were paralyzed with fear.

They tried to mount a counterattack, but their life force was already burning out. There was no turning the tide.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the Golden Dragon ruthlessly devoured their bodies, souls, and flesh consumed alike.

The crowd atop Mount Netheris stood frozen in shock, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

Robin had slain 10 Pseudo Sanctified Realm guardians with a single strike.

In this year's Mount Netheris Martial Arts Tournament, eight prodigies from the Dark Syndicate and Thirteen Guardians had all fallen to this one man.

The arena was filled with nothing but a thick mist of blood. Amid the carnage, Robin stood alone, tall, proud, and unstoppable.

A powerful mountain wind swept across the peak, carrying the stench of blood throughout the 6,500-feet-high summit. The place now felt like hell—utterly silent, eerily still.

Only faint, angry howls could be heard rising from deep within the Netheris Valley.

All the warriors watching the battle stared blankly at the blood-wreathed figure standing at the summit.

The Divine Drakebane from Earthend—once thought to be a distant legend—had truly descended upon Netheris.

And within less than 10 minutes, he had slain every top-tier elite in the tournament.

Even more shocking, he had killed every single judge.

After this overwhelming display of power, there would be no more peace in Netheris.

Hacyon, who had been full of righteous fury just moments ago, was now completely dumbfounded.

She couldn't tell if what she was witnessing was real or a dream.

Robin's strength had completely shattered everything she thought she knew.

What shook her most was that his power not only surpassed Alessia's—it utterly crushed the Thirteen Guardians as well.

A youth like this had never before appeared in the history of the Netheris Domain.

And to think ... he came from Earthend. A man capable of suppressing an entire planet on his own.

He had slain Thirteen Guardians and killed the High Pontiff's most prized heir, Alessia.

There was no way the High Pontiff, nor the stationed priests and chief guardians of the Crownward Syndicate, would ever let him leave alive.

"If you make one more sound, I won't hesitate to cripple every limb on your body."

With that, he swung his palm through the air.

Swish! Hacyon's long hair was sliced off cleanly.

A deep gash appeared right behind her ear.

She knew—if Robin had shifted his strike by even a fraction, her head would've rolled off her shoulders.

Robin ignored her and casually walked to the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly, a massive cloud of dust and sand erupted from the bottom of the Netheris Valley.

A massive black beast shot up from the depths like a missile.

The tornado it stirred up swept across the entire summit.

"The beast is here!" someone screamed in terror as everyone dropped to the ground in panic.

The Dark Syndicate founder's mount had lived in the Netheris Valley for three thousand years. Its cultivation was unfathomable.

Boom!

A jet-black dinosaur—over 1,600 feet tall and just as wide—rose into the sky, its eyes locked on Robin with murderous intensity.

Robin pointed his dragon dagger straight at it. "Bow down now, and I might spare your life."

The dinosaur behemoth let out an earth-shaking roar.

Having cultivated for millennia, the beast's power was enough to shake the heavens. Its energy rivaled that of a massive Earthend warship.

But Robin's challenge didn't cow the creature.

Boom!

With a furious roar, it lunged, claws sharp as razors and jaws wide enough to swallow a mountain whole, charging straight at Robin.