Chapter 18 "Not A Hero(2)"

Silence filled the room. No one shouted to stop him. No one cried at his death. Captain was the second most powerful person in the hall. Second to their master.

He died first. And they were next.

All sounds were buried deep in their throats. They were all looking at the boy, thinking that maybe, maybe he will let them go.

Dread filled their eyes but all of them remembered that they were standing in the boy's place and the fear-filled faces of children were standing in their place.

Did they let them go? Did they felt sympathy toward them?

Is this karma? But all of what they did, they did it for their families. For their kids.

If they die here what would happen to their families. No, they cannot accept this fate. They have promises to fulfill. This cannot be their end.

Many of them used their full force to pull those swords out of their bodies and fight this monster but no matter how much strength they put in their back they could not even budge.

It was as if those swords and spears were not impaling their bodies rather their souls.

The boy looked towards the sky. After observing for some time he smiled,

"So heavenly rules didn't send their tribulation even I used 'Death arts' from back home."

He paused for a moment but soon concluded;

"it looks like someone else has reached the peak of necromancy and death control."

After that, he took out something from his pocket. A watch.

Yes, a simple-looking pocket watch. The golden color chain was attached to it. Its mirror was broken. It was a miracle that it was still working.

"Its time"

That's all he said or maybe he also said something else but all of them only heard that much when they felt something being pulled out of their body accompanied by immense pain.

'Fuck!!! it hurts'

The sense of pain was enough to negate all other five senses.

They all were high realm cultivators. Life was never easy for them. They all have gone through many painful experiences but this, this pain made them wish that they were better off dead than being in living hell.

They all started crying on top of their lungs. Xing Kiang was scared after witnessing this scene.

'It's too cruel' Xing Kiang thought.

He is not a kind-hearted person who cannot see others in pain. And feeling sympathy for enemies on top of that. This was not something he would do. But it was too cruel.

But this time, he was scared. He didn't have the guts to look at the boy right now.

The blood was being pulled out of their bodies destroying all blood vessels and organs on their way.

All the blood was accumulating in one place and taking the form of a blood-red sword.

It didn't give any scary aura. The only peculiar thing about it was that it was made up of liquid instead of metal and had blood-red color.

This opinion of Xing Kiang soon changed when some dark black runes appeared on the boy's hand and he made a pulling gesture with it.

"NOOOOO!!!"

All of those unfortunate fellas cried. But no one was there to answer them.

In the end, their tormented souls were pulled out of their bodies and were pulled by the blood-red sword.

The sword, like a hungry well, absorbed all the souls inside it, and sealed them.

'Is that it?' Xing kiang looked around him. The dead bloodless bodies were lying on the ground.

He then looked toward the place where children were standing now there was nothing. Not even ashes.

Sorrow drowned his heart again. He survived in the end but did it even matter when they all were gone.

The boy held the sword by the hilt.

"Yin yang sect",

After saying that he smiled. But his smile, it looked like a devil's who would rip a man to shreds and would devour anyone without leaving a bone behind. A true devil.

He walked up to Xing kiang and extended his hand toward him.

"It's okay now. Everything is alright."

Xing kiang got up from the ground.

"Don't worry. They are fine." The boy told him after feeling sadness on his face.

"What!?"

How can this be? He saw them catching fire in front of his eyes. Could it be...

They both arrived back at the horse cart. The cart was in fine condition. Horses, although scared, survived the attack of tormented souls.

For children to survive, it needed a miracle. And they were all alive and kicking.

So what was the boy, a monster, or a miracle bringer? Whatever he was, it didn't matter to him, for he gave him hope.

Children were in the back of closed cart but there was someone else with them at that time.

The old man Kim. Why was he alive.

.

.

.