𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 !

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"YOU IMPERTINENT BOY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?"

all at once, all the elders stand from their seats and glare at him him with their weapons in hand, the aggression in the room growing stronger and stronger.

yi zaha doesn't react, only standing from his seat with an empty look.

"how foolish. i gave you a chance, but you insist on spilling blood..." the fort master holds his ground, looking just as unbothered as yi zaha.

"the foolish one is you, geezer. i gave you a chance to live, but you insist on spilling blood." the red eyed man throws the forts master's words back.

"kill him."

with permission, the elders charge at yi zaha, battle cries leaving their lips as the ravennett simply dodges the consecutive attacks with ease before countering with an attack that packed ten times the damage.

taking the sword that drops to the ground, yi zaha murders two of the elders in one movement, their blood spraying onto his clothes then onto the ground as their lifeless bodies drop onto the ground.

"what in the world..."

there are only three elders left. they cower and shake under the leader of the ignoble clan's murderous gaze.

"why aren't you coming at me?" yi zaha asks, frowning when he receives no answer. "fine, i'll come to you."

your eyes are lucky to catch up to his swift movements when he easily knocks them unconscious like he is a grim reaper sent by fate.

his white robes are stained with blood the same way it stains the sword in his hands, his gaze is cold and unwavering as he turns towards the fort master.

"..all of you, good work."

the fort master doesn't have any words, ignoring the humiliation he's facing right now. within mere moments, the strongest men he has are on the ground, dead.

"stop being so pompous when all you did was just watch your subordinates die while waiting for me to tire myself out."

yi zaha was right, if he truly cared for the elders in the black pearl fort, then he would have stepped in the moment the first two elders died.

in anger, the master charges at yi zaha with his signature weapons in hand, a gust of wind blowing from his speed as he wastes no time trying to cut off the red eyed man's head.

its a series if attacking and deflecting, the sounds if swords clashing resonating in the room as the two men battle without restraint.

clang!

yi zaha's sword break into pieces, a single curse leaves his lips as the fort master grins, "you have no weapon now!" he takes his chance to continuously swing at yi zaha.

the man with blood stained white clothes dodge, stretching his hand out, a new sword flying towards his reach.

"i didn't have a sword, and then i did." he chuckles, having the energy to joke within the midst of a death match.

you're eyes widen, 'he used his qi to pull the sword towards him!'

it was something you've never seen once throughout your years in the murim. though you knew it was possible, you doubted anyone in the world would have enough cultivation experience to achieve it.

it was a shame though.

in this fight, the fort master would win if he was not old and senile.

his movements aren't steady, his breathing is starting to lose it's pattern and his speed is reducing.

yi zaha seems to notice as well from the way he accelerates his movements and strengthens his attacks, leading the old man into a corner before landing an attack from above to increase his final blow.

when the dust clears, yi zaha stands while the black pearl's fort master kneels, blocking his opponent's sword.

you see qi form within zaha's hands as he uses it to send the older man flying into a wall, the sword he held piercing through the master's body to leave him hanging.

there is blood everywhere on the cracked walls, the same bodily substance pouring from the fort master's mouth as he feels his death approach rapidly.

"w-wait." he pants, trying to keep his eyes open, "if you allow my subordinates to treat ms, i will appoint you as the next fort master. you have nothing to lose from this."

he pants out, looking like he's ready to beg and cry for his life.

"rather if you kill me now, you will not be able to completely take over the black pearl fort, and since all of these guys are nothing but imbeciles, i have to lead them." he continues to beg, but yi zaha is not tempted by the offer.

"you're speaking an awful lot. you must not want to die." yi zaha tilts his head up as he speaks, his anger levels spiking.

"did you live a good life from the money you earned by kidnapping people, selling slaves, and by making you people's lives a living hell? you must have killed countless people who begged for their lives like this.."

your skin tingles, your spine shivers, as yi zaha's qi is brought out once again, "trash like you is better off dead."

just before the black pearl fort master's head his exploded into bits and pieces, you click your tongue loud enough only for him to hear.

adding more misery to his death would bring you satisfaction.

"master will be disappointed." you whisper, feeling the guilt in your heart lighten when the turns to look at you in shock.

'the reason the rakshasa sent her-!?'

then his brain splatters, the mortifying sound unwavering neither you nor his murderer.

there's silence before your red head friend speaks, "yi zaha, you have to become the next fort master." he seems nervous saying it, but he knows it's necessary.

"come here."

dokgo follows instructions calmly, and you're shocked when yi zaha slaps him with enough force to have him stumbling on the ground.

zaha grabs dokgo by the hair, lifting him to meet their faces, "why do you keep fucking with me? do you want me to send you to the fort master's side?"

dokgo doesnt take offense and instead turns towards the ravennett with an angry look, "what am i supposed to do then, now that you've killed the fort master?!"

yi zaha doesn't reply, realizing dokgo was right and frowns, letting go of the red head. "come back to the hall after gathering everyone directly under the executives. and treat the elders who were lucky enough to live. living people should live, after all"

'what do you mean living people should live, you just killed a living person..'