Two hours later, in the secret chamber of the Simon Clan, the ground was filled with people kneeling. The won of the Simon Family knelt naked at the feet of the Right Saint, fawningly licking his knees.
Of course, her eyes bore a strange blood-red tint and a look of bewildernt.
There were also three corpses on the ground, all high-ranking mbers of the Simon Clan, including two of Soren Simon’s many sons and a grandson.
Soren Simon was also kneeling on the floor, his eyes showing the sa eerie blood-red color.
"Hehe, if you’re still not convinced, then this Saint will keep killing until you submit. Frankly, I could wipe out your clan in an instant, but I cherish talent. After all, isn’t your Simon Clan ranked tenth?"
"Of course, if you follow , this Saint will make your clan even stronger. It’s not impossible to beco the First Family in the future."
"Alright, stop licking, Brother Soren. Pick twenty young won from your clan under eighteen, and twenty young n, and send them to Southwest Mountain tomorrow. This Saint will train a group of experts for you. You continue managing your clan. I’ll leave you with four protectors. You must remain discreet and continue to operate with low profile!"
"Yes." Soren Simon obediently lowered his head in acknowledgnt.
"Of course, this Saint will also give you so benefits to ensure your dedication to serving this Saint." As the Right Saint spoke, he walked to Soren Simon and pressed his palm suddenly, infusing a continuous stream of strange energy into Soren’s body, causing him to inflate like a balloon instantly.
"Gaga, this is a wisp of the Power of Creation bestowed by my master; it’s your luck to get half of it, gaga!" The Right Saint laughed as he continued infusing energy, "With this half of the Power of Creation, you’re at least on par with Porter Ray!"
"Hoo—" As his words ended, he abruptly withdrew his palm, and Soren Simon’s entire body shook with energy, his swollen body shrinked back instantly while he roared in a low voice!
Because at this mont, he had gained unprecedented strength. Previously, his so-called Half-Step Creation was rely a facade without any true Power of Creation, but now, he had truly gained the Power of Creation, making him genuinely powerful!
"Not bad, not bad." The Right Saint nodded continuously before throwing out a flag, "Keep this flag; it will be of great use in the future. This Saint will be leaving now." As he finished speaking, the woman crawled over again, seemingly wanting to lick the Right Saint once more, but he kicked her aside, "Get lost, old hag, you’re no fun!" The woman was kicked away, and then the Right Saint waved his hand and left with his entourage, leaving behind four black-clad n whose faces were painted with strange totems, exuding a chilling aura.
Soren Simon stood up, his eyes as lifeless as a fish’s, glanced at his half-naked daughter on the floor, and suddenly struck her on the forehead with a palm.
With a "bang," his daughter’s head exploded instantly: "Humph, shaless, deserves a thousand deaths!" After that, he bowed slightly to the four black-clad figures and walked out of the secret chamber!
The entire Simon Clan, including Soren Simon himself, had been subjugated by the Right Saint’s brutal force. A curse-like entity had been planted within their souls, a curse that could provoke their overwhelming blood energy and awaken evil tendencies!
This was the thod the Right Saint used to control them. Just two hours before, if they didn’t submit, the entire Simon Clan would have been annihilated, not leaving a single survivor—hence, he made a quick decision to submit to the Right Saint.
Although... although the insult to their family made him seethe with a murderous rage, and filled him with fury, he endured it, because failing to do so ant death, and if soone like him with Half-Step Creation capability would die, what chance did his descendants stand?
He led his entire clan to fully pledge allegiance to the demonic Shura Sect, becoming an undercover agent within the Ten Great Clans for the sect.
He returned to his room, sitting cross-legged imdiately to dissolve and absorb the true Power of Creation that the Right Saint had transmitted to him. Although it was only a trace, he felt as if he had indeed made a monuntal leap upward.
The previous so-called Half-Step Creation was child’s play, a joke of the Ten Great Clans, but now, he truly was a Half-Step Creation!
"Haha...hahahahaha...The Simon Clan will rise!" Soren Simon’s eyes glead blood-red. Despite the death of his sons and daughter, he showed not a shred of sorrow, for he had turned to the dark side!
...
At the sa ti, the Right Saint appeared on Southwest Mountain with his n, standing at the summit, gazing towards the east.
"Lord Right Saint, won’t Soren Simon rebel?" a black-clad protector whispered.
"Hehe, we of the demonic path cultivate demonic heads, planting demonic curses and Demon Species; the seeds of evil are already sown in their souls. It won’t take long before they beco true devils, without humanity, without emotions, without morality. All I did was violate his daughter and kill three of his descendants yet grant him imnse benefits along with planting the Demon Species. He’s harbored malicious intent as his clan’s been ranked last for years, so he’s beyond redemption already!"
"Lord Right Saint, your wisdom and martial prowess are unparalleled. We’ve subdued the Simon Clan secretly, planting them within the Ten Great Clans. Henceforth, any movents within the Ten Great Clans will be known to us."
"But... what’s our next step?" one of the black-clad protectors asked softly.
"Is it your place to ask?" The Right Saint shot him a cold look.
"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare!" The black-clad protector dropped to his knees, trembling all over.
"Humph, ask no questions that shouldn’t be asked, lest you court death!" The Right Saint responded coldly.
"Y-Yes, yes, yes." The protectors nodded repeatedly.
"By the way, has there been any news from Jonah Murillo’s side?" the Right Saint suddenly inquired.
"Reporting, Jonah Murillo seems to be targeting Gabriel Freeman, but it’s unknown if he’s succeeded!"
"Gabriel Freeman? Hehehehe, it looks like they’re in for so losses!" the Right Saint laughed wickedly.
The black-clad protectors wore expressions of bafflent, not understanding!
"Gabriel Freeman, huh... hehehe, it’s quite possible that... hehe. Rember, do not provoke Gabriel Freeman for now. If Jonah wants to make a na, let him!"
"Understood." The black-clad protectors nodded in agreent, though they didn’t understand the intentions of the Right Saint. What was the matter with Gabriel Freeman? However, their investigations indicated that Gabriel Freeman was indeed extraordinary, with miraculous abilities capable of defying the heavens, the Eternal Fire able to grant immortality, capable of evolving Demon Cultivators, and so on. Gabriel Freeman’s Divine Skills were enigmatic and unpredictable.
Of course, the black-clad protectors were only responsible for killing, arson, and investigating everything in Patrick Ruiz’s realm. As to why they were in Patrick Ruiz’s realm, even they didn’t know; only Jonah Murillo and the Right Saint were privy!
"Alright, find a way to uncover the whereabouts of Gabriel Freeman, then send sobody to approach him, but do not beco his enemy, understand?" The Right Saint suddenly smiled slyly.
"Yes." The black-clad n responded once more.
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