Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu casually swept his Void Spiritual Sense through the surroundings. His patience was limited and he had no intentions of waiting for these people to speak. Since they wanted to stand around and glare at him, impeding his path forward… They could die. 

Ryu reached out both hands and his great swordstaffs snapped into place in his palms. His aura flourished and a towering saber qi rushed into the skies, pulsing with an undeniable pressure. 

Then, he swung. 

The cultivators were completely taken aback, none of them expecting that Ryu would be so decisive. None of them were fools, to being with, they were hesitating about whether they should fight it out now or wait for their most senior disciple to return. 

For one, anyone who could surpass their senior brother was beyond their wildest imagination in strength. Their only real chance, and the reason they hadn't run from the very beginning, was their numbers advantage. 

And secondly, although they hadn't recognized him immediately, who here hadn't seen Ryu's display during the opening of the Heavenly Path? Although they weren't exactly sure how powerful he was, just the fact that he could kill a Heaven Class disciple of the Demonic Flame Sect was enough to make them shudder in fear, let alone the fact he did so with one arrow in the face of their Sky Gods. 

Hwoever, by the time they realized just how foolish their actions had been, it was already too late. It was only now they understood just how little Ryu cared to explain himself, and how even less he cared about speaking with these people. 

The massacre could only be described as unholy, but oddly enough, by the time it ended, there wasn't a speck of blood or even the fragrance of death to be found in the air. It was as though they had all been wiped from existence. 

Of course, Ryu had done this on purpose even though it took more energy than he was willing to give. If his city was surrounded by a litter of corpses, who would dare enter it and how would he make profit? For that reason alone, he could only leave these people without a corpse. 

An influx of Heavenly Favor surged into Ryu's body and his amount increased by 20%. Considering the amount he already had, this was an astronomical change. It seemed that crime really did pay. 

Ryu flicked his wrists and his great sword staffs snapped into their position hovering to his back. He had wasted enough time here. At the very least, his massacre had paid him well. 

Within the city limits, the youths watching felt shivers travel up their spine. It had only been ten minutes, and yet he wiped out just over a hundred disciples of a Three Star Sect. 

Every time he waved those enormous polearm swords of his, he would cast another Dao Charm technique. He seemed to have an endless supply and he never seemed to tire. Those watching had never seen Dao Charm techniques used so freely and recklessly. Most who had them would wait until they were on their very last legs before unveiling them as a final trump card, but this Ryu Tatsuya simply didn't give a damn. 

But what was even more shocking than that was just how he seemed to be… so at ease fighting so many opponents. He moved as he pleased as though the shadow of attacks above his head would just obediently make way for him, and then somehow by some miracle, they did! 

"Space Soul Nature…"

It was unknown who spoke these words first, but when it finally clicked in for the others, their hearts quaked. 

Soul Natures were rare to begin with, however Spatial Soul Natures were in a category all to their own in terms of rareness. The idea of being able to manifest changes in space just because your heart desired it was enough to cause people endless terror. 

It was no wonder why all those attacks missed, how could they connect when they were traveling through an unknown amount of space? Trying to hit Ryu from afar was like trying to spear a fish through water. The image you were looking at was off kilter from his true position. 

To make matters worse, even if you somehow closed the distance, his close quarters combat strength was so exaggerated that you wouldn't even last a single strike. 

The murmurings of the crowd continued long after Ryu had left, the imprint he left on their hearts only burning brighter with every passing second. 

Just what kind of monster were they witnessing the birth of? 

Right then, the crowd shuddered as a pair of individuals closed in from the distance, one of whom was in a clearly servile position and the other of whom caused the ground to quake and rumble with his every step. 

What was especially odd about the altter individual was the fact although he caused even the city to rumble with his steps, the ground beneath him never cracked and it even seemed perfectly still. 

Even more oddly, as he closed the distance to the city, the rumbling became calmer and calmer until it disappeared entirely as he stepped inside. 

"… Yes, yes, Young Master Zed, I've already claimed this city on your behalf. I didn't climb very high at all, just enough to take the city lord badge, so you can take your position whenever you wanted, not that it would matter if I did try my best," the servile young man said hurriedly. 

At that moment, the crowd looked toward one another and remained oddly silent. 

This servile young man was none other than the head Inheritor Disciple of the Mystic Sanskrit Sect and supposed senior brother than all the others had been waiting for. But to their surprise, he was all but wagging his tail for this supposed Young Master Zed. 

Soon, though, the Inheritor Disciple, Sonido of the Mystic Sanskrit Sect, paled. 

Something was wrong, where were the guards? Where were his people?