The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1394

Talmud was suddenly.

The Divine Drakebane from Earthend—famous for his merciless vengeance—truly lived up to his terrifying reputation.

"Mr. Ramsey, are you planning to go against the entire Netheris?" Talmud asked coldly.

"I came to Netheris to cleanse this evil place with blood. Whether I'm your enemy or not makes no difference," Robin replied indifferently.

At the same time, with a punch through the air, he shattered the last Guardian into a pile of broken bones and flesh.

"You ... do you really think this is all the Ninth Syndicate has to offer?" Talmud's lips twitched as he pointed at Robin.

Meanwhile, his aura surged violently, rapidly approaching the peak of the Sanctified Realm.

"Kneel!" Robin snorted coldly.

Before Talmud could act, an overwhelming pressure, like a mountain, forced him to his knees.

The crowd of followers was stunned into silence.

The High Pontiff of the Dark Syndicate, along with the nine sub-pontiffs, was a super martial arts master at the Highest Sanctar level or above.

Yet, in front of Robin, they didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Every follower stared at Robin in the center of the hall, their eyes filled with terror.

Talmud's eyes bulged with fury. "You bastard! Release me!"

"Slap him!" Robin commanded.

Daphne and Rita immediately stepped forward, one on each side, thrashing Talmud's face with their sword sheaths.

"Archmage Koslia, are you not coming out? Kill this madman now!"

Talmud had never been so humiliated.

He wanted to strike back, but his body couldn't move at all.

Only now did he truly realize the terrifying power of this Divine Drakebane before him.

At Talmud's shout, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

A dense black mist burst out from the ruins beneath the Soulforge Tower .

Soon, darkness engulfed the area—so thick that not even a hand could be seen in front of one's face.

After about half a minute, the black mist gradually thinned.

From within the smoky veil, a figure in black robe emerged, leaning on a golden Vowbinder, strolling forward.

Hacyon nearly cried out in shock at the sight of the old man.

She rubbed her eyes and stared at the figure in the mist—a white-haired man leaning on a golden Vowbinder.

This was the legendary number one martial artist of the Netheris—Archmage Koslia!

Koslia had risen to fame 40 years ago.

That year, the Netheris Domain hosted its grandest Martial Arts Tournament.

Every warrior who placed in the top 20, regardless of their background, would be given an important position by the High Pontiff.

Archmage Koslia claimed first place with absolute dominance in the Highest Warlord Realm.

At only 30 years old, Koslia's victory shook the entire Netheris.

The High Pontiff Kage personally granted him the title: Grand Archmage of Netheris.

Within Netheris, he stood as the first beneath the Crownward Syndicate.

A few years later, he became Talmud's master and Grand Archmage of the Ninth Syndicate.

Once everyone confirmed that the figure was indeed the legendary Koslia, they finally dared to look up.

"My God! That's the number one of Netheris!"

"He's the most powerful martial artist of the Crownward Syndicate!"

"We are truly blessed to witness such a great figure in our lifetime!"

The temperature was estimated to be over minus 50 degrees Fahrenheit—even an ordinary person's sneeze would freeze into ice.

In a century, only three people had ever set foot on this summit.

Kage, the High Pontiff of the Lightborn Sect, and the third was Koslia.

"Mr. Ramsey ... " Vania hesitated, "that place is freezing ... be careful."

Robin didn't respond. In a flash, he reached the summit.

"Wow ... he's really so impressive!"

"Don't forget, they call him the Divine Drakebane from Earthend. He's not some random nobody!"

"But he's only 20 years old—how could he possibly possess such power?"

The followers were full of awe.

Many even began to show signs of worship in their eyes.

Vania smiled bitterly, realizing how he had underestimated Robin.

Hacyon was even more amazed. "Is he really that invincible? Was I wrong all along?"

"Heh, no matter how powerful that guy is, there's no way he can beat Koslia!" Talmud said through clenched teeth, his gaze at Robin filled with murderous rage.

Slap! A crisp sound echoed.

Rita swung her short sword sideways, landing another blow across Talmud's face. "The might of our lord is not something you Netheris scum can comprehend!

"If our lord didn't have more to ask you, I'd tear you to pieces right now!"

Talmud tried to strike Rita with a palm, but the crushing force Robin had placed on him kept him completely paralyzed.

"You filthy outsiders! Once Archmage Koslia crushes that brat, I'll grind you all to dust!"

Daphne sneered, "Not going to happen! In less than a minute, the man you worship will be reduced to smoke and ashes."

Talmud looked up, stunned and terrified!