All of their eyes were glued to his figure, desperate for his words. Rahu opened his mouth.
"Azaria!"
"Master?" Azaria looked at Rahu, her heart skipping a beat.
Without looking back, he said, "Go regroup with Karma. Find Seris and Zira as well."
Saying that he finally met her eyes. And spoke, "Not a single hair on my women’s heads is to be harmed. See to it."
"MASTER!?"
"R-RAHU! Y-YOU IDIOT?"
"N-NO! I won’t leave you alone!"
One by one, the women stepped forward and spoke, their voices trembling. Lirae’s and Larae’s eyes started watering. And for the first time, Thalia felt a foreign emotion bloom in her heart. His words were like daggers, and she felt her heart bleed.
Lucy was almost on the verge of crying. She rushed forward and began punching his chest and pulling his hand. Anaria stayed quiet on the side. But the slight clench on her fists betrayed her character.
Rahu ignored all of them and just stared at Azaria. Seeing this, Azaria took a deep breath.
"If you do not come back after three days. I’ll follow your steps," she steeled her heart. Beneath his controlled expression, his worry for them ran deeper than words.
"Good, I’d expect no less." Rahu smiled and said, "Now, go. We don’t have much time, and take her with you." Saying that he handed Silveria over to Anaria.
"Keep her alive, or my little peach would be disappointed in me."
After a bit of drama, they finally let go of him. The army of Celestial cultivators and demonic cultivators was still a bit far. So, even if they did follow them, he would be able to handle it.
Just as they were about to leave, a heavy voice echoed.
"Where do you think you rats are going?"
Turning his head, he saw a Yaksha in the distance. One of the Origin Realm cultivators was already here.
It was a man in his mid-twenties. A tattoo of the rising sun on his forehead. He looked at them amusingly.
"I don’t know how you weak ants managed to capture her, but you’d better hand her over or..." He threatened and specifically looked at Anaria, who was carrying Silveria.
"Or? Or what? What are you going to do about it?"
A tall man blocked his vision and spoke in an amused tone. Getting the clue, Azaria and the girls dashed towards the east. Because, aside from that. Almost all the flanks had been covered by them.
The Yaksha’s smile faltered as he looked at Rahu. "Hmph, it seems words really don’t work. Let me teach you your place," He probably thought that this young man was deliberately acting out of desperation.
When they heard that the woman they were trying to capture was seen at this place. They immediately rushed here with half of their House’s forces!
But were interrupted and blocked by the other Houses, so they had made a temporary truce. They would decide the possession of the woman after they snatched her.
But instead of some large army, all they found here was just a single man and a few women. Seeing this, they had sent him first to scout the issue.
So, he came here to check out. But instead, he found that they were just a bunch of kids. Having just four Origin Realm cultivators, and that too, only two of them at the peak of the realm. The others aren’t worth mentioning.
Seeing that the man wasn’t responding, he mocked further, "Do you really think that we couldn’t catch a bunch of girls? Hah, you’re really delusional if you think you can sto—" Before he finished his sentence, a terrifying purple light flashed in his iris.
Thud!
An arm fell to the ground, blood spraying as the Yaksha staggered back, staring at the severed limb in disbelief.
"W-What!?"
Before he could even think further, a large hand grabbed his head.
"Bitch, you seem to be mistaking something here." Rahu smiled faintly. Green liquid dripped from his fingertips as his nails dug into the man’s head.
"I’m here to kill you."
"ARGGHHH!! W-WHAT IS THIS!? N-NO!!" The man shirked in horror as he felt his meridians...melting! Intense pain shot through his spine. He had almost passed out from the pain.
BOOM!!
Just as Rahu was about to rip his head out, twelve majestic auras flared high in the air, pressing down on them.
BOOOM!!
They were the Origin Realm cultivators from the House Yaksha and also other Houses. One of the Yaksha cultivators stepped forward. The mark on his forehead shining intensely. Looking down, he spoke coldly.
"Boy, let that man go...this instant." Honestly, he was a bit surprised to see the boy still standing. By now, he should be crushed into a meat paste.
The other House Origin Realm cultivators watched this scene amusingly; they couldn’t care less about the cultivator of House Yaksha. But this other man was interesting.
"He...has a soul core," One of them muttered. He was from House Gandharva. The dense soul energy radiating from Rahu made him curious. After all, it isn’t every day you see a soul cultivator fight like a berserker.
The other cultivators watched this intently, eyeing Rahu up and down. The Rudhras, especially, could sense an aura of their kin on this young man.
"Good, very good...But, you have to do better than that!" Saying that, in front of every Origin Realm cultivator present. He ripped the Yaksha’s head off in his hands.
"Krrch—thud!"
"Bastard!! How dare you!"
The other Yaksha shouted, raising his hand. A glowing spear materialised in his palm.
Before he could even throw the spear at Rahu, the cultivators heard a cold voice.
"Poison Mist: Hazing Cloud!!"
Instantly, from Rahu as the center. Thick mist spread out like a storm. Covering a radius of three miles in an instant.
It was thick enough to make even the Origin Realm cultivators frown a bit. The Yaskha who was about to attack, frowned, turning towards his friend, he gestured to him.
The other Yaksha nodded, raising both of his arms. A searing heat spread from his palms, burning the poisonous mist; it was like sprinkling drops of water on a hot pan.
"Mhm, I have to thank you for your patience. To repay you, I will end your miserable existence!"
When the mist cleared off, they heard a cold voice. Turning towards the source of it, they saw a being...that was straight out of a nightmare.
Instead of a human, a towering figure stood there. Something that defied their understanding of existence itself. The moment they looked at it, a pair of vertical irises stared back at them, cold and inhuman. Thick veins pulsing beneath its skin, while claws as sharp as blades flexed at its sides.
The mere movement of this being sent thick arcs of black lightning ripping through the air!