The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1393

In an instant, the entire Ninth Syndicate's territory was suffused with a sinister aura—thousands of vengeful souls stirring in unrest.

Fierce, twisted faces emerged from the shadows, closing in on Robin.

Sylvie, Dayton's men, and the others watched with gleaming eyes, brimming with anticipation.

They were waiting for Robin—the outsider—to be torn to shreds, his soul scattered, and his body obliterated by the Soulforge of Seven Stars.

"Mr. Ramsey, be careful!" Arthur warned anxiously.

"Hah!" Hacyon let out a cold laugh as she watched the demonic phantoms circle Robin. She muttered to herself, "That's the Divine Drakebane from Earthend. He once subdued an entire planet on his own. Even the Soulforge of Seven Stars won't be enough to hold him down."

Her instincts told her this—someone at Robin's level, an Empyrean Sanctar-class powerhouse, couldn't be defeated by that formation alone.

"Honored Lord!" Rita and Daphne drew their short blades, ready to fight at Robin's side.

"Stand back," Robin said calmly, patting Rita's shoulder. "They're just a bunch of novices."

In the blink of an eye, a mighty force surged from his body.

Golden light blazed from him as two majestic Golden Dragons spiraled around his form.

After a dazzling moment, the light from the dragons condensed into a pale, piercing energy that streamed into Robin's fists.

Boom!

With a single punch, a blinding streak of white light shot skyward.

A thunderous blast echoed across the Netheris Domain, shaking the heavens. It sounded as if the world itself was being torn apart.

Devastation followed in all directions.

That single punch carved a blinding column of energy into the sky, like a divine pillar piercing the heavens, and miles away, it exploded into a massive mushroom cloud.

Robin's True Dragon Energy was utterly destructive, turning the Ninth Syndicate's sacred ground into a hellscape.

The mighty Soulforge Mountain, which towered five thousand meters high, had half its peak blown off.

"Aaaargh!"

The howls of tortured spirits and vengeful wraiths filled the air, their cries of despair echoing across the ruined domain.

Then, the Soulforge of Seven Stars—a formation feared across the Netheris Domain—began to crack and implode like firecrackers going off in all directions.

The Seven Guardians of the Ninth Syndicate were thrown back, hurled more than ten meters through the air.

Robin's punch, empowered by the Dragonblood Stone, had completely shattered the formation they had cultivated for 20 years.

The entire Ninth Syndicate was shaken to its core.

The believers could hardly process what had happened. Their strongest defense, their most revered formation, had been obliterated by a single punch from a young man no older than 20.

They couldn't believe it. No one could.

"How is this possible ... " Hacyon whispered, stunned, still clinging to the hope that the Seven Guardians would prevail. "Why didn't I realize how strong he was from the beginning?

"He shouldn't be this powerful. Did he steal secret techniques from the Crownward Syndicate? Did he consume the Bloodshade Fruit?"

Vania gave a bitter smile. "Mr. Ramsey once subdued an entire planet. His strength isn't something we can comprehend. The strongest cultivators in the Netheris Domain are nothing more than dust in the face of someone like him—a god of death."

"No! Impossible!" Hacyon shook her head furiously, unwilling to accept it. "The High Pontiff and his superpowered champions are invincible!

"This Robin ... He's just some freak who invaded Netheris and killed our people. The High Pontiff will punish this monster!"

"Enough!" Arthur said sharply, his brow furrowed. "Hacyon, don't twist the truth. It was the so-called champions of Netheris who stole the souls of Mr. Ramsey's loved ones. That's what led to all of this.

"Mr. Ramsey isn't some bloodthirsty maniac. He's a hero—a man of loyalty and honor!

"It's the High Pontiff and his inner circle who play their games with lies and manipulation!"

"What?" Chief Guardian Exon Lucatero erupted in rage. "How dare you speak such blasphemy! I'll kill you where you stand!"

With that, Exon threw a punch straight at Arthur.

Both Hacyon and Arthur froze in place.

They knew—there would be no escape. Not against a Chief Guardian whose strength rivaled a Wargod's.

"Chief Guardian Exon, please—have mercy! Arthur is just a clueless kid!" Hacyon pleaded loudly, shielding Arthur behind her as best she could.

Bang!

Boom!

The seven Chief Guardians of the Ninth Syndicate, who had arrived with such swagger and force, were now being picked off like helpless lambs by Robin's relentless fists, completely powerless to resist.

As Robin raised his fist for the fifth strike, a cold voice rang out. "Enough."

An icy wave of pressure swept through the hall, chilling everyone to the bone.

"Pontiff Talmud!" Hacyon blurted out, her eyes lighting up with reverence.

Duane and the others dropped to their knees along with the rest of the cultists. "Pontiff Talmud!"

A tall man in his fifties, dressed in flowing black robes, descended slowly like drifting ash, landing gently in the center of the hall.

It was Talmud himself.

After bowing, Duane rose and spoke up, his voice tinged with desperation. "Pontiff Talmud, this intruder stormed into our Syndicate claiming he came for Ms. Clayton. He destroyed the Soulforge Tower and killed most of our Chief Guardians—only three of us remain ... "

Talmud gave Rita a glance, then turned his sharp gaze to Robin.

"So, you're the Divine Drakebane—the one who killed Alessia and Thirteen Guardians during the Martial Arts Tournament on Mount Netheris?"

He had long been aware of Robin's recent actions and understood just how dangerous he was.

"Mr. Ramsey," Talmud said after sweeping his gaze across the wreckage, "if all you wanted was to take Rita, you could have done so. Why unleash such slaughter on my Ninth Syndicate?"

Robin let out a faint laugh. "Because you pissed me off."

"Caym stole my wife's soul. I swore I wouldn't stop until the entire Netheris Domain lay in ruins."

Talmud's face turned icy. "Then you should be going after Caym. Why come here and stir up trouble?"

"You think I need a reason to crush the Ninth Syndicate?" Robin pulled a tissue from his coat and calmly wiped his hands. "I decided to wipe out Netheris first—what are you gonna do about it?"

"How dare you! Kneel and apologize to the Pontiff at once!" Duane bellowed, pointing furiously at Robin.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Robin snapped, then slapped Duane with a wave of his hand. "Trash."

Duane didn't even get the chance to scream before he exploded into a mist of blood.