Divine Path System

The headless body of Second raised its hand to attack.

With blood sputtering out of the severed neck like it's a broken pipe, the sight of it trying to strike Enigma was a creepy sight.

Thankfully, while Paragon Body didn't die upon beheading, it still counted as a significant injury.

The power of gravity kicked into action as the fist of the man reached Enigma.

Like she was a particle of iron pulled by a magnet, Enigma was pulled a few steps away from her initial position.

The sword in her palm blurred, spurned by the invisible gravity and moved at a speed that surpassed even the fastest of rank 7s.

Three more lines appeared on top of the Second sibling and his body was sliced into pieces, collapsing on the floor.

It shouldn't have been such a big issue—dismemberment was something a Paragon Body could shrug away and recover from.

There was just one problem.

"Arghhh!"

The cold blade of the sword dug into the severed head like a knife pushed into a watermelon and the power of soul flooded the fragile which had no reserves of aura to draw for protection.

Like a castle of sanding collapsing under a fast wave, the brilliant light of consciousness in Second's eyes quivered and crashed.

"You! Bitch!" First screamed at the top of his lungs, his throat burning and his cheeks damp with tears.

"Arghh! You two! I'll fucking to—mppph!"

A kick in the face thrashed him to the ground, like a fly being struck by a palm.

Second and Third died.

Fourth, who was blasted into pieces by the explosion and had just regenerated back into a whole body, gawked at the unexpected attacker.

"Y-You!"

Sarah didn't give First any chance to recover. Like one of the battle games she played with Sia, her attacks connected one after another, dealing increasing damage to First whose desperate reactions failed to stop the combo of assaults.

Ironically, this was precisely how Varian was seriously injured by Prince Robert not too long ago.

A surprise attack and then continuous strikes leaving the defendant not chance to escape or retaliate.

Varian was able to survive the encounter. But First wasn't that lucky.

Boom! Kacha! Kaaa! 

Like a butcher slicing livestock, Sarah's sword hacked the attacker. Since she neither the soul power nor the death power, she couldn't kill him instantly.

But she didn't need to.

A desolate darkish red color soared into the air in the shape of a snake and dived down at a dangerous speed.

Matching the timing to microsecond, Sarah jumped away.

And the power of death ate up the First sibling.

The only survivor, Fourth watched his kin die with despair and anguish.

"We have a deal." Varian bent down and slapped the kneeling man's cheek. "You report what I say and you live. Try anything funny and the soul bomb in your head will burst and no one can save you. Am I clear?"

*** *** *** ***

The fight between Prince Robert and Fortune Spirit was coming to a close. Of course, he was winning.

"I though you were a good man for taking me in. But you…you!" The face of the young girl twisted in pain and grief.

"I am a good man." Robert grinned. "Just not to you."

"Arghh!"

The fortune spirit's anguished screams were divine music to the Prince's ears. He patted himself on the back for not destroying the spirit when he first found it. If he did, a great deal of entertainment would've been missed.

'No one here can defeat me anyway. Neither Samantha. Nor Xeola. I'll make those weaklings realize their place. I'll crush them, no, I'll crush them together.'

The Prince's ego was severely bruised by Varian. So, even without noticing it, he was resorting all sorts of dangerous and difficult activities to compensate.

Boom! 

Taking a swift knee to the abdomen, the Spirit collapsed to the ground, its body blurring as if it was being erased.

Robert cracked his neck with a grin.

"Prince! Prince!"

Fourth…or was it Second? Not like it mattered. One of those four ran forward with an excited expression.

In his hand was the severed head of a familiar man.

"Arghh! Ahh! Ahahahaha!"

Robert's body shuddered in ecstasy and a burst of crazy laughter left his mouth.

Without waiting for the subordinate to approach, he reached the man in a blink and grabbed the head by its hair.

The expression on the face was one of despair and regret.

"Regret…is that regret I see? Hah, aha, ahahahahah!"

The eerie laughter of the Prince was so inhumane and revolting that Fourth flinched and slowly took a few steps back.

In his joy, the Prince had ignored his subordinate's sneaky actions. But worse, he also forgot his own orders. He didn't tell them to kill Varian. He told them to tear his limbs and bring him alive.

Fourth, even while slowly sneaking away, was both surprised and scared.

Surprised at the Prince's reaction and scared at Varian for correctly predicting it.

'I don't know who the fuck administered him those drugs but Robert's soul is a complete mess. His emotions are extremely unstable and his reasoning is out of the window.

After some point, I shielded our battle. So, he doesn't what transpired here.

Once you show him my head, rather than questioning you for defying the order, he'll indulge in happiness from seeing me dead.'

The prediction was spot on.

Of course, the head was built from Varian's own body and the help of order-chaos powers. With the tinge of soul power infused, it would appear as real as the real one for even the best rank 8s.

'As expected, he's let his guard down, I should go. Six, five, four, three…'

Varian, hiding in a nearby valley, was ready to attack and end the Prince.

Once he kills Robert, a big obstacle woul be cleared.

'Two, on—'

Two lines streaked across the sky from opposite directions and crashed with a cataclysmic momentum.

Boom! Boom! 

Xeola and Samantha landed right in front of Fortune Spirit.