Chapter 341
"You will pay for these atrocities with your life! If no one else makes sure of it, then I believe Sir Fla certainly will. He will make sure you pay for this great cri with your life!"
"Enough of your yapping."
Ronan said as he rubbed the side of his ear as though he had just been forced to listen to a pile of nonsense.
Then he turned his gaze toward her.
His voice ca out cold, chilling, and strangely amused.
"What? Do you think I’m scared of him?"
"Do you think I’m afraid of Fla?"
A faint smile spread across his face.
"Now that’s where you’re greatly mistaken."
"I don’t need the help of my guild to reduce this entire guild to the ground."
"And I certainly won’t need it to kill Fla and anyone else foolish enough to stand against ."
He spoke with such confidence that the woman’s heart quivered violently.
Her eyes widened before she gritted her teeth.
The flas surrounding her whips surged higher, roaring with greater intensity as she charged forward.
Ronan watched her approach with a gentle smile.
Then his swords ca together, forming an X.
He spoke once more.
"And as for your other concern..."
"I don’t feel any pity toward any of you."
"Why should I bother at all?"
"After all..."
"You are all far too weak."
The mont those words left his mouth, he swung both swords.
A brilliant purple X shot forward at an unimaginable speed.
Before the woman could even attempt to defend herself, the attack had already passed through her.
For a brief mont, nothing happened.
Then a crimson X-shaped wound appeared across her body.
Her eyes widened.
Blood erupted outward.
Her arms and legs separated from her body while a massive X-shaped cut split across her chest.
Her eyes trembled with despair and rage one final ti before the light within them faded completely.
She was dead.
One of the strongest heroes present had died so effortlessly.
The remaining heroes felt their hearts sink.
If even she had been killed so easily, what hope did any of them have?
Yet they couldn’t simply sit down and wait for the monster before them to grant them death.
So they fought.
And the battlefield beca a true hell.
Ronan Steele moved swiftly through their ranks.
Unlike before, however, he wasn’t interested in killing them quickly.
He wanted them to suffer.
And suffer they did.
Agonizing screams echoed endlessly through the ruined guild grounds as the remaining ten heroes were sliced apart bit by bit.
Their desperate cries filled the air.
Yet Ronan didn’t kill them.
Nor did he allow them the chance to end their own lives.
It was as though he wanted them to experience the purest form of suffering before death finally arrived.
After a while, he began dicing them apart piece by piece.
Eventually, all of them died.
All except one.
The lone survivor looked more like a corpse than a living human.
The battered hero stared at Ronan, whose boot was firmly pressing down on his neck.
After struggling for several monts, he forced his mouth open and spoke.
"Tell ... why?"
"I respected you, Ronan Steele."
"I respected the Tryst Guild."
"I respected the Fire God."
"So why?"
"Why would you do sothing so inhumane?"
"Why?"
His gaze contained genuine confusion.
He truly couldn’t understand it.
Why would one of humanity’s strongest heroes commit acts more fitting of a monstrous beast?
Ronan stared down at him.
There wasn’t a trace of pity or compassion in his eyes.
Only darkness.
Only indifference.
"The reason is pretty simple."
"Your guild leader dared to raise his blade against ."
"You all are rely paying the price for his transgression."
A cruel smile appeared on his face.
"And besides..."
"I’ll be sending him to join you soon enough."
The man’s eyes widened.
Before he could say anything else—
Slash!
His head was severed cleanly from his neck.
The final survivor of the Fla Guild had fallen.
The Undying Fla watched the scene in silence.
His eyes slowly closed.
His lips pressed into a thin line.
Around him, every remaining mber of the Fla Guild had gone pale.
The monstrous slaughter they had just witnessed left them shaken to their core.
At the sa ti, they knew exactly what their guild master was planning to do next.
Surely there was no way he would let this pass.
And they were right.
The surrounding temperature suddenly began rising at an alarming rate.
Heat waves spread through the area.
The hearts of the guild mbers trembled in shock as they hurriedly retreated away from the Undying Fla.
Then—
Fla’s eyes snapped open.
Crack!
The video device in his hand shattered.
A second later, it lted into molten liquid.
The Undying Fla’s expression resembled that of a devil erging from hell itself.
His hair floated upward as blazing flas roared around him.
Waves of scorching heat poured from his body, lting the very ground beneath his feet.
Fla gritted his teeth.
Then he spoke.
"Don’t follow."
After saying those two words, he kicked off the ground.
Boom!
Fire exploded around him.
His body shot into the sky like a teor.
His speed surpassed that of a jet aircraft as he tore through the air with terrifying velocity.
The nearby guild mbers suffered painful burns simply from the residual heat pouring from his body.
Despite retreating as far as they could, they still felt the unbearable temperature radiating from his rage.
Fear and awe filled their hearts.
There was no doubt about it now.
One of the guild mbers swallowed hard before speaking in a grave voice.
"Sir Fla is angry..."
His expression beca extrely serious.
"Really angry."
anwhile, the Undying Fla continued racing toward the middle of the sea where Arc was located.
The more he thought about the terror...
The despair...
The pain...
The deaths of his subordinates...
The hotter his flas burned.
The faster he flew.
"I am going to kill him."
The Undying Fla’s voice trembled with boundless fury.
"I will burn him alive."
"And I will make him suffer the most grueso death imaginable."
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