Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 120: Sacrifice (4)

Amphorae’s disappointment was warranted, albeit a bit war and battle crazed. She was here to save her sister wife, after all, not to enjoy a battle.

She had just spent the last few weeks in severe pain, restructuring her body completely, all so that she could become strong enough to save Clara, but she met opponents she could have defeated even before she became a 13^th Order Middle Dao expert.

On top of that, she had even brought out her father’s heirloom, the Pakal Ancestor’s body armor, all for her to find a set of six weaklings.

Let alone before, even when Amphorae was a Lower Dao Expert she could have defeated these six. Aside from the poison, magic and runic vein guild heads, the other three were third grade dao experts. However, even the former three were mere second grade dao experts.

This meant that half of them crossed the dao barrier after only cultivating to the 10^th celestial realm, while the other half crossed after only cultivating to the 11^th celestial realm. To match them up against Amphorae who only crossed after filling all 108 meridians with celestial qi… It was like comparing the clear sky to a basin filled with shit. historical

Amphorae wanted them to be powerful only so that she could justify leaving Clara in a precarious situation for so long, but it seemed that Clara had suffered for no reason. Now that Amphorae had filled 112 meridians with celestial qi… These six weren’t even worth a passing thought before her.

With a sigh, she put away her battle intent, causing the quaking Planet Sapientia to finally calm to a small extent. She scooped downward and picked up Clara.

The Golden Dragon Lyre on her wrist slithered awake, wrapping around Clara’s body and protecting her to Amphorae’s back. Then, she faced the city.

Amphorae looked off into the distance, but she sneered lightly in the next moment. She felt some powerful auras surge a moment ago, but it seemed they felt that the risk in coming out was no longer worth it. Maybe her pain and Clara’s suffering wasn’t completely unwarranted, then.

However… If they expected Amphorae to leave without taking something from them… They were sorely mistaken. The Sapientia would not have a place within the tower quadrants very soon.

“The crime of touching a Sacharro woman isn’t something the likes of you can afford to commit. Let today be a warning to all others. The Sacharro Clan doesn’t take offenses lightly.”

Amphorae’s words were like a bomb set off through the martial world. Those who had still been brave enough to dare to record the events occurring felt like their heads were spinning. Did she just say that Clara was a Sacharro woman? This was massive!

A delicate hand stretched outward. It was so slender and beautiful that those who saw Amphorae’s action couldn’t believe the destruction that came with it.

“[Worldly Resonance: First Note].”

A single finger flicked downward. As though playing the music of the heavens with the sky itself, a reverberating shock wave spread outward.

At first it was slow, even beautiful. But what happened next shook those below with fear.

Three guild heads. The beast master, the formation master, and the alchemy master, just when they were listening to what they believed was the most beautiful sound they had ever heard, had their heads shatter into a rain of blood, bone and brain matter.

The magic master, runic vein master and poison master all coughed up blood, their bodies quaking, but their qi and muscles unable to move an inch.

“Stay your hand, young one. You’ve made your point.”

An ancient voice resounded through Planet Sapientia. It was soothing, almost too much so. It reminded one of a docile old man who entertained children with his tales.

“…” Amphorae remained silent for a moment. “… The Sacharro Clan doesn’t take offenses lightly. [Worldly Resonance: Second Note].”

The old man sighed but said nothing more, his voice disappearing like morning fog.

Like this, six guild heads who had held their positions for tens of thousands of years were murdered before the eyes of the martial world.

The Sacharro Clan would never take a step backward. If it wasn’t for Amphorae’s explosive increase in strength, would that very same old man have asked for her opinion? In all likelihood, he would have stepped out and crushed Amphorae and sealed both her and Clara away.

The only thing that mattered in the martial world was power, and the Sacharro Clan needed to set a bloody precedent once more because it seemed the others weren’t enough. This was only the first step in expunging the Sapientia from the tower quadrants.

Amphorae turned to activate the relay station hidden within Clara’s forging room, when another voice sounded.

“Oh… Thank God…” Metheus, beaten, battered and bruised collapsed from the skies.

Amphorae wasn’t one to easily feel sympathy, but she could easily see through Metheus’ cultivation. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened to him.

She struggled slightly, but then she thought of what Dyon would do in this situation. In the end, with a light smile, she held Clara in her arms and sent the Golden Dragon Lyre to coil around Metheus instead.

The relay station shattered as three figures disappeared, leaving Sapientia City in silence.