Salute To The General

Chapter 3013



Agastya and Varuna were stunned as astonished expressions marred their faces.

Right then, Nathan made his move.

His body disappeared into thin air all of a sudden.

Agastya felt momentarily dazed as his vision turned blurry. A split second later, Nathan had unbelievably shown up right in front of him.

Taken aback, he let out a shriek and swung the sword in his hand at Nathan.

Nathan lifted and waved his hand, sending Agastya's sword flying.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

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While Nathan slapped Agastya's weapon away, he took a step forward and forcefully elbowed the latter's chest.

Bang!

A thud rang out.

Agastya's torso shook violently, similar to how the ground would tremble after being hit by a missile. Immediately afterward, his entire chest caved in, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

His body curled like cooked shrimp and was thrown backward.

By the time he landed on the floor, he was no more than a corpse.

“No!" Varuna bellowed at the sight of his companion's tragic death.

Without a second thought, he rushed toward Nathan while wielding a sword.

Nathan grabbed Varuna's sword with his bare hand and applied pressure on the blade with his fingers.

Crack!

He broke Varuna's sharp sword like it was made of cotton.

Then, Nathan raised his hand and struck Varuna's forehead with his palm.

Bang!

Varuna's head was crushed, and he died on the spot without having the time to let out a yelp.

Following that, an eerie silence lingered in the atmosphere at the scene.

The few Heavenly City Deans and many guards held their breaths and didn't even dare to make the slightest noise because of the overwhelming fear and anxiety crippling their senses.

At that instant, they could even hear their own palpitating hearts.

Nathan had murdered the Light and Dark Messengers as if they were mere stray animals. He acted as though that was just an insignificant feat.

He placed his hands behind his back and stood up straight.

Gazing indifferently at the crowd of

shivering martial art experts and the

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grand buildings before him, he uttered calmly, "I'm here as a guest. Is Heavenly City's Allfather truly reluctant to come out and meet me?"

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His booming voice could be heard even from miles away.

Right after he spoke, someone responded from within Heavenly City, "We're glad to receive a friendly guest from afar."

Immediately afterward, A scrawny, barefooted monk with Aplothian facial features dressed in a plain brown monk's robe ambled out. In his hand was a wooden staff.

That person seemed to be around fifty to sixty years old. Despite his thin figure, his pensive eyes sparked like a brilliant starry night.

He was one of the Five Heavenly Guardians of Heavenly City, Sadhu.

Sadhu resembled a tramp, and he was even skinnier than a beggar. However, he was one of the Five Heavenly Guardians, feared and respected by everyone in Heavenly City.

Rumor had it that Sadhu was very close to catching up with Allfather in terms of their cultivation.

Nathan frowned. "You're Eurasian?"

Sadhu replied nonchalantly, "I'm not a monk, nor am I a man. I've dedicated myself to seeking the ways of life, and I've long since forgotten my origin."

Nathan uttered coldly, "You're just another man who has abandoned his people and country!"

A rare look of anger flashed across Sadhu's gaze when he heard that.

At that moment, another middle-aged, white-haired Adrunian man with a cross hanging in front of his chest and dressed in a black outfit walked out without wearing anything on his feet as well

He was another one of Heavenly City's Five Heavenly Guardians, Austeru.

Austeru said calmly, "Sadhu, we are men of cultivation. Why are you letting another person's words provoke you?"

The fury in Sadhu's eyes

instantaneously dissipated after he listened to Austeru. He put his palms together and said, "You're

right, Austeru. Although we wall

different paths, we share similar cultivating principles and goals. I'm embarrassed to have let you see others nearly evoking my emotions." Content belongs to

Austeru did not make any response and merely rolled up his left sleeve.

Everyone noticed his arm was covered in injuries, and a belt was wrapped around his left arm.

The belt was embedded with countless nails. When the belt was tightened, the nails would sink into the muscles and flesh of his arm.

Right then, Austeru tightened the belt, causing the nails to dig deeper into his arm.

As a result, blood gushed out and streamed down his hand, soaking his sleeve red.

Everyone knitted their brows at that sight.

In contrast, Austeru appeared to be enjoying that form of self-torture as a euphoric expression spread across his face.

His unique countenance featuring a mixture of pain and pleasure prompted others to find that scene oddly unnatural and unsettling.