Chapter 64: Crimson Clouds Descend Upon Aurelia City
Crimson Clouds Descend Upon Aurelia City
The moment Louis Redweed’s transmission reached them, every hidden operative scattered throughout Aurelia City reacted.
In abandoned courtyards, atop weathered rooftops, and within the shadows of forgotten alleys, black-robed figures slowly lifted their heads in unison.
Though separated by streets and buildings, they all understood the message without a single word being spoken.
A cold, sinister smile crept across each of their faces.
"Heh..."
An elderly man let out a dry, grating chuckle. Wisps of crimson mist seeped from the corners of his lips, curling lazily into the night air before fading away.
"Our Sect Master worries too much."
Another elder snorted with open disdain. His eyes were filled with arrogance as he rolled his shoulders, the sound of cracking bones echoing in the silence.
"Still..." he muttered with a shrug, "there’s nothing wrong with being careful."
His lips slowly curled upward.
"But tonight..."
"The Salvatore Family dies."
A third elder licked his lips, unable to hide the hunger burning in his eyes.
"I’ve heard the Salvatore Family has quite a few beautiful young women."
A twisted grin spread across his aged face.
"What a waste it would be to let them die."
"They’ll make perfect cultivation cauldrons."
The others exchanged knowing glances before breaking into low, sinister laughter.
"Hehehe..."
"Hahaha..."
Their laughter echoed through the darkness like the cries of hungry vultures circling dying prey.
To them, human lives held no value.
Mercy was a word they had abandoned long ago.
The Salvatore Family wasn’t a clan deserving respect or fear.
It was simply another obstacle to crush... another sacrifice on the endless path toward greater power.
Without another word, their figures blurred.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Terrifying waves of crimson true spiritual power erupted one after another.
The pressure shook the surrounding buildings.
Clouds twisted violently overhead.
Every one of them had reached the Heavenly Genesis Realm.
Normally, experts of such caliber rarely revealed themselves.
Yet today...
Several had gathered together.
They made no effort whatsoever to conceal their presence.
Instead, they strode openly through the heavens.
Their robes fluttered behind them as they advanced toward the Salvatore Family estate with leisurely confidence.
To them...
This wasn’t a battle.
It was an execution.
Wherever they passed, thick crimson blood energy spread through the sky like a plague.
Trees withered.
Flowers blackened.
Birds fled in panic.
Even the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to recoil from the sinister aura.
The oppressive blood mist stretched across the heavens like a crimson sea.
Its overwhelming pressure descended upon Aurelia City.
Below...
Countless citizens instinctively raised their heads.
The bustling streets instantly fell silent.
A merchant dropped the goods in his hands.
A child clung tightly to his mother’s clothing.
Even experienced cultivators felt their hearts sink.
"Good heavens..."
Someone’s voice trembled.
"Those... those are elders of the Crimson Abyss Sect!"
Another person’s face turned pale.
"The Salvatore Family has truly offended the Crimson Abyss Sect!"
"This is terrible!"
An elderly cultivator stared at the crimson sky with despair.
"It’s over..."
"The Salvatore Family is finished."
"The Crimson Abyss Sect is an Eighth-Rank sect."
"How can a newly risen family possibly stand against such a monster?"
More and more people emerged from shops and homes.
Within moments, nearly every street in Aurelia City had descended into chaos.
Some hurriedly fled toward safer districts.
Others remained frozen where they stood, unable to tear their eyes away from the approaching figures.
Fear spread faster than wildfire.
Inside countless residences, doors slammed shut.
Parents hurriedly gathered their children indoors.
No one wanted to become caught in the coming storm.
Far above the city...
The elders continued forward with arrogant confidence.
One of them laughed loudly.
"I’ve heard this Victor is quite the genius."
"What a pity."
"Geniuses who grow too quickly usually die young."
Another elder sneered.
"He killed the Sixth Elder through luck."
"He won’t have that luxury today."
A third elder slowly licked his lips.
"When this is over..."
"I’ll refine every member of the Salvatore Family into blood essence."
"Their screams should be quite entertaining."
Their laughter echoed across the heavens.
Not one of them believed today’s outcome could change.
Several Heavenly Genesis Realm experts moving together...
Against a single Astral Manifestation Realm cultivator.
There wasn’t the slightest suspense.
Or so they believed.
Meanwhile...
Inside the Salvatore Family estate...
The courtyard remained astonishingly peaceful.
The breeze gently stirred the leaves of the ancient trees.
Disciples continued cultivating as though nothing unusual had happened.
Victor stood quietly beneath the shade of an old tree, his hands clasped behind his back.
His long black hair swayed gently in the wind.
His expression remained calm.
Those deep golden eyes slowly lifted toward the crimson sky.
He had sensed them long before they reached Aurelia City.
Every movement.
Every fluctuation of true spiritual power.
Every trace of murderous intent.
Nothing escaped his perception.
A faint smile slowly curved across his lips.
"So..."
"They’re finally here."
His voice was quiet.
Calm.
Almost... disappointed.
"For a while, I thought they’d lost the nerve to come."
Behind him, Elder Black slowly opened his eyes.
The battered sword strapped across his back gave off a low, almost imperceptible hum, as though it had awakened from a long slumber.
An ancient killing intent seeped into the air without warning.
It was silent.
Invisible.
Yet everyone who could sense it felt an icy chill run down their spine.
The temperature around them seemed to plummet.
Even the wind fell strangely still.
High above Aurelia City, endless crimson clouds swallowed the sky, casting the entire city beneath an ominous blood-red twilight.
Below...
The Salvatore Family stood unmoved, their expressions calm and unwavering.
From the opposite direction, the Crimson Abyss Sect advanced with absolute confidence, convinced that victory was already within their grasp.
Neither side made the first move.
Neither side uttered another word.
The silence stretched between them, heavy enough to suffocate.
But everyone present understood one undeniable truth.
The instant the elders of the Crimson Abyss Sect crossed into the Salvatore Family’s territory...
A battle destined to shake the entire region—
A battle that would be remembered for generations—
Was about to begin.