The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

Chapter 201 The Fall of the Bloodfiend Mercenary Clan

"Morris, when we get to Oakwood, take Xian and his family about 20 miles away. I'll join you once I'm done with my business," Klaus said to Morris.

After leaving the garden, he retrieved the Door and placed it in his inventory. Since it was a device, he could remove it quite easily.

Xian and his family had also packed their belongings, which were safely stored in Xian's space ring. A few hours later, the fifth day since Karsha hired the mercenaries arrived, so he began making plans.

"Are you sure? I can stay with you and let my shadows go with Xian's family," Morris said, but Karsha shook his head.

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"I'll be fine." Karsha had already struck gold with the quest he completed by killing the bandits. He received two items he really needed right now.

< Ding! Annihilation Quest Completed >

Rewards:

- Blood Fig Fruit

- Blood Extraction Soul Ring

He received two rewards. The first was a fruit that could be used for various purposes. As an alchemist, Karsha already knew exactly what he would use it for. When eaten raw, it grants berserker strength for a limited time due to its pure blood essence.

This fruit contains a high concentration of blood essence, which, when consumed, provides the user with temporary berserker strength. However, when used in alchemy, it can be used to concoct a variety of pills.

The second reward was a soul-grade space ring. Similar to the Nine Calamity Space Ring, this one has a single purpose: extracting blood. Karsha wouldn't have the time to absorb his opponents' blood as he killed them on the battlefield.

At best, he could absorb it after the battle, but sitting among piles of corpses to absorb blood felt icky, and Karsha wasn't up for that—so the system provided a solution.

The new ring can extract blood directly from fallen opponents. The storage capacity is immense, so Karsha doesn't have to worry about running out of space—though if he somehow managed to collect 20,000,000 liters of blood, it would reach its limit.

With this ring added to his collection, he could now extract the blood, soul, fear, and pain of his opponents.

"Alright, let's go." The flying boat appeared, and Karsha helped them aboard. Once they were settled, the boat sped away toward Oakwood City.

As Karsha and Xian's family left the village, people began gathering 40 kilometers from the city entrance. They wore the same outfits as the men Karsha had kicked their balls five days earlier.

In addition to them, others arrived, eager to witness the impending action. These spectators stood at a distance from where the Bloodfiend Mercenary Clan had gathered.

Numerous cultivators had assembled, either to fight or to watch. Many had prepared their recording tablets to capture the spectacle. Even from afar, some powerful figures observed, curious about who had dared to provoke the Bloodfiend Mercenary Clan.

News of someone breaking the balls of seven Bloodfiend Clan members had spread far and wide, and everyone knew a major battle was imminent.

Perhaps in anticipation of teaching a lesson to the person who dared provoke their clan, thousands of members arrived early, flooding the area with their matching uniforms. Their blood boiled, pumping them with enough adrenaline to crush their opponent. However, after five hours with no sign of Karsha, they began to curse.

"I knew that coward wouldn't dare show up. Tsk, we just wasted our time coming here," said a Bloodfiend Clan member, not bothering to lower his voice.

"He's just a nobody who got lucky. I would have crushed him if I'd been one of those seven," another joined in.

"He wasted the Clan Leader's and the Elders' time. Look, they're clearly annoyed." Many people turned and looked at ten Sages hovering 20 kilometers away, distancing themselves from the members emphasizing the hierarchy.

"If he doesn't come, I'll hunt him down and kill his entire family!" another member shouted. But before anyone could respond, a voice came from the city gate, followed by a strikingly handsome young redhead. His hands were clasped behind him, walking like he was the master of the world.

"My family has nothing to do with this. Why don't you kill me instead?" Karsha made no effort to conceal the sarcasm in his tone. He walked through the gate, and a few seconds later, a flying boat sped out from behind him.

Many were startled, and quite a few looked envious. Karsha was sure some would abandon the battle and chase after the boat, but he wasn't the least bit concerned. They could chase it to their doom.

"So, you're the brat who insulted the Bloodfiend Clan?" came a voice from one of the ten Sages hovering in the air.

"That would be me," Karsha replied nonchalantly.

"Prepare to die!" the person shouted. "Bloodfiends, this is the one who insulted your dignity. Today, use his blood to wash away the shame he brought upon you. Cut him to pieces to send a message to anyone planning to do the same. Show him who he has provoked!"

Thousands of Bloodfiend members unsheathed their weapons. Some drew swords, others wielded axes, massive hammers, bows, and arrows—every kind of weapon—and prepared to charge.

All around, people drew in sharp breaths as they waited for the clash. Many couldn't help but wonder: why would an entire clan come after a single Grandmaster-stage expert? Karsha hadn't concealed his cultivation level, so everyone could see it clearly.

However, noticing how calm he was, without reaching for a weapon or showing the slightest panic, they started questioning if he was hiding his strength—or if he was simply overconfident.

Those who had witnessed him dominate the seven Bloodfiends five days earlier remained silent, some instinctively clutching their balls. The screams they'd heard still echoed in their minds, making them wary.

Fifty kilometers away, four figures stood atop a mountain, observing the events unfolding at the city gate. Outwardly, they appeared normal, but in truth, they were the most terrifying figures in Oakwood City—the leaders of the four great families and the strongest beings in the city. They were the only Great Sages in Oakwood.

"This kid is not simple," one of the Great Sages remarked.

"Indeed. Look at how he faces them—there's not a hint of fear in his eyes," another replied.

"He should be careful, though. Even if he could fight Sages, he couldn't handle ten at once. Either he's not alone, or he's courting death," the third chimed in, a glimmer of unease visible in his gaze.

"Either way, I'm ready for some action. Maybe today these degenerates would finally meet their match. I even heard one of their bandit affiliates was wiped out a few days ago. If I weren't skeptical, I'd say this kid was the culprit," the last person said with a carefree tone.

"Let's just watch the show; it's about to start." They all focused on the battlefield, eager for entertainment. People like them had little to occupy their time, so witnessing an event like this was thrilling.

"Brat, do you have any last words?" one of the Sages asked, pointing at Karsha with eyes burning with rage.

Karsha smiled, then, in an icy, sarcastic tone, said, "I have just one thing to say: thank you for gathering all your cannon fodder within a 2-kilometer radius for me." In a blink, Karsha appeared behind a headless body.

"Domain."

His domain expanded, encasing every Bloodfiend except the ten Sages. They were far from the Saints, so they weren't affected. Spears shot forward, and blood began to spray.

Karsha didn't even lift a finger; he simply blinked to the edge of the domain, watching as the 1,000 Saints, 1,500 Semi-Saints, and 2,000 Grandmaster-stage cultivators screamed in agony. The first, second, and third variations activated.

The Grandmasters and below succumbed within 10 seconds. The Semi-Saints and Saints managed to endure the onslaught for a few seconds longer, but with fire raging in the domain and spears raining down, they too quickly fell.

Karsha collected their fear, pain, blood, and souls without batting an eye. His hatred was evident in his gaze. The bandits who killed Xian's father were affiliated with this Clan, and seeing Xian's family mourn had only fueled his fury—they all deserved to die.

Boom!

An attack struck the domain, but not even a crack appeared. Instead of expanding the domain to a full 4-kilometer radius, Karsha compressed it to 3 kilometers, strengthening it further. The Sages' attacks from outside were utterly ineffective.

They were shocked to see all their minions enclosed within the dark domain. Not only the Sages but the spectators and the four Great Sages were astonished as well. Those outside could neither see nor hear anything happening inside—not even the Great Sages; they were all blind and deaf to the horrors within the domain.

BOOM!

Another attack landed on the domain.

Inside, Karsha smiled, satisfied with the carnage. He lowered the intensity of the fire so the bodies wouldn't burn, leaving only bones and skin drained of blood. After a minute, Karsha nodded and deactivated the domain.

As the domain lifted, everyone took a few steps back, chills running down their spines. Karsha looked at the ten Sages with a sly smile. "What are you waiting for? Come at me," he taunted.

An ordinary-looking sword sheath appeared in his hands, and his smile widened.