CHAPTER 82: TANG CLAN.3

T.P.P

The Founding Patriarch grabs The Grand Elder of the Falcon Sect by the neck where the sword shard had pierced.

He infuses poison through that injury directly into his blood and whispers into his ear;

"You will not die so easily."

He drops him to the ground and the Grand Elder shakes all over in extreme pain but for some reason who couldn’t shout out.

"Wh... who is this Man?" The Left guardian asks, sweating on his forehead.

The Founding Patriarch looks towards them who were some distance away.

With his eyes glowing dark green he said pointing to them.

"It is your turn."

His words sent shivers down their spines.

"Fe... fear not brothers, though he was able to somehow beat the Grand Elder, he is only at the Martial Master level.

No matter what socery he must have pulled he must be heavily exhausted and as you can see, he is bleeding everywhere." The Sect Master says as he pulls out his sword trying to reassure his brothers.

But he was wrong.

The Founding Patriarch was not exhausted at all.

He was infact filled with so much energy as one who had just broken through a level.

Deep down his blood was boiling for more.

More fights.

More Killings.

And he had thought the Founding Patriarch was bleeding.

The blood all over the Founding Patriarchs body was indeed his blood.

But he wasn’t bleeding

.

But due to the distance and not being able to be

fully concentrated in the fight at first he couldn’t notice that the injuries had healed though the blood remained.

He was cut numerous times so naturally there was a lot of blood.

The blood masked the skin so they couldn’t tell the cuts had healed.

The Founding Patriarch closes his eyes and suddenly, he retracts all his scary aura.

After that he retracts every little ki oozing out of him.

So he no longer had a field of poison around him.

"See? He can no longer maintain that poisonous aura around him, he must be reaching his limits." The Sect Master says.

"You are indeed right brother, he scared me there for a moment." The right guardian responds as he pulls out his sword.

The left guardian also pulls out his sword.

What they didn’t know was that the Founding Patriarch intentionally retracted his Ki.

Not because he was exhausting but he wasn’t sure of how well they would be able to handle his poisonous Ki.

He wasn’t willing to take the risk of them dieing too easily.

They had to suffer.

To suffer worse pain than he and his wife suffered.

But what pain could be worse than being molested, assaulted and raped.

Plus the pain of coming to see that the one you love had suffered such in your abscence leading towards her death.

But he could only ensure they do not die peacefully.

Slowly he began walking towards them.

"Let us finish what that old man could not finish." The Sect Master says to the other two.

They launch at the Founding Patriarch attacking him from all sides.

He blocks with his bare hands as their swords sink into his flesh, but as soon as they took away their swords the injury healed.

They had already begun fighting when they realized this.

"I used to be a doctor, always treating people, always caring for the life of people in need.

I used to be an alchemist always producing pills to aid the healing process of humans.

So no one would need to suffer from things like poison or diseases.

I was a good person wasn’t I?..." The Founding Patriach asks the world a question with his head down as he continued dodging, blocking and deflecting the hits of the three brothers.

Tears rolled down his eyes as he spoke.

"So why did the world have to be so cruel and have me suffer so much?" He questions again.

"Whyyy!???" he yells out emitting a heavy wave of energy that balsts the three brothers away.

They each crash into a wall, a building and the ground respectively.

"Was I not good enough a person?

Why do I have to experience such?

My Love, my wife, she never hurt a soul, always helping the needy even though she was a strong martial artist and could do whatever she wanted.

Even the bad guys, she always wanted to try and convince them to try and change their ways.

Was being good so much of a crime that you had to punish her that much?" The Founding Patriarch crashes out as he falls his knees crying his heart out.

At every breath he took, massive waves of energies left his body destroying everything in its path.

"Whyy!??

Whyyyy!???" The Patriarch yells out.

The three brothers run to seek cover.

After about fifteen minutes of the Founding Patriarch crashing out everywhere suddenly goes silent.

Slowly he rises to his feet.

Looking around all that could be seen were rubbles.

No more buildings, no more trees.

In this large Sect of over 800m² nothing remained standing aside from him.

Everything else had been brought down by the waves of energy released from his body.

Looking down a bit to his left he saw the Grand Elder laying on the ground.

His body twitching.

His skin burnt away due to the energy blasts that were constantly released from the Founding Patriarch.

Only some muscle and bones were left.

"Pl...ple...ase... ki..ll.. me..." The Grand Elder begged the Founding Patriarch.

The Founding Patriarch looked at him.

The only expression on his face was that of annoyance.

He wanted him to suffer more but there wasn’t much to be done anymore.

He walked towards the Grand Elder and placed his feet on the head of the Grand Elder.

Slowly he began pressing down on his head against the ground.

"Th...th...ank... you..." The Grand Elder utters.

Imagine bringing down a Supreme Peak down to this level.

He bursts open the skull of the Grand Elder with his feet smearing his brain unto the floor.

He looks around looking for the three brothers.

He spots movement under a pile of rubbles and immediately dashes there.

Slowly the Left guardian rose out of the rubbles groaning in pain.

He comes out just to see the Founding Patriarch standing over him saying;

"Found you..."