Chapter 640: Bad Decision
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Chapter 640: Bad Decision
Why?! Why are you doing this? Who are you?!
A fire raged around the source of this voice. A burly man covered in sweat and ash fell to his knees in the middle of a courtyard while the building around him had transformed into an inferno of heat and flame. Thick smoke filled the air and stained his body. The man had only a torn and burned up pair of boots and breeches. There were a few red lines sliced into his skin, something had torn through his clothing and then cut into him, but that part of him had also been burned, sealing the wound with a light burn.
His head twisted left and right, as if to look for someone, but he found nothing and yelled his words to the sky. The smoke surrounded him and he started to cough, he wanted to escape but he was surrounded by a fiery inferno and he breathed in the smoke, screaming in pain as the air was so hot it scalded his lungs. He fell to his knees and tried to call out again, but all that came from his mouth was a pained gurgle before he fell unconscious.
A block away, a dozen equally burly men with bare chests hung upside down. A cord tied their ankles together and strung them from the eaves of a large hall. The many of them hanging in such close proximity to each other was reminiscent of an abattoir, a butcher house. Such a comparison was especially apt when taking in the full scene, as the floor was covered in a layer of blood, dripping from the slashed throats of those dozen men.
The large hall was decorated with a very specific theme. There was a huge gong at the central place behind the main seat, and each of the pillars that supported the hall had different percussion instruments hanging from them, all of ancient style and make. For a musical history aficionado of this world, it would be quite the impressive collection. Around the outer edges of this hall, there were at least a hundred drums of many different styles and sizes.
Other than the dozen men hanging from their ankles in the center of the hall, there was a pile of bodies stacked up outside the entrance. The two huge doors had been propped open with their unmoving bulk, and there was currently only a single living person inside that hall.
There were many guards that Sage was forced to kill to reach this point, but he tried to spare as many of them as possible, using poisons to incapicitate as many as he could. Those six men that had fought against him? He put them into terrible situations without outright killing them. In his opinion, even they were acting on orders. As for the ones in charge? They were strung up like livestock and he subjected them to a death by a thousand cuts, using his silk to slice them and slowly bleed them to death.
As the ones in charge, they should be held responsible for the actions of their clan. He didnt know what pressures they faced or why they made their decisions, but it was still the duty of those in charge to pay for their mistakes.
Sage had begun his revenge, and he chose to start with those who had directly come to kill him. He knew they were likely someone elses pawns, and in order to figure out who the masterminds were, hed find out from those pawns. It was also fitting that those pawns all had grudges against him. The Violet Light Sect, the Fu Clan, the Artful Life Alliance, and Whitestaff. He chose to strike out at the group with the least of a grudge against him first. His grudge with them stemmed from Hei Bai, a former member of theirs, along with the debts owed to them by Lionheart Town. He disrupted the slave trade they profited from, as well as snubbing them when they were his supposed creditor.
Why did he attack them first? They were simply the easiest target.
The Artful Life Alliance as a whole had enough strength to almost match the other First Rate powers. They had contributed two Nascent Souls to that task force that nearly killed him, while the Fu Clan and Violet Light Sect only had one. That strength was also their weakness, because the Artful Life Alliance was not a single group, but a collection of smaller Sects and Clans. By pooling their strengths and resources, they could gather quite a force, but each of those individual groups were much weaker.
The Yincha Sect had a Nascent Soul, and the Sound Sword Sect had another. Sage guessed there might be one more Nascent Soul among the many parts of the Artful Life Alliance, but as long as Sage didnt run into that mysterious person, he could run rampant over them. Even if he didnt hide his face and loudly proclaimed himself as their killer, he would still be able to run wild, just like Skyfire Jiang Hua, who destroyed the Lang Clan. Would the Yincha Sect and Sound Sword Sect come after him in force? Did they dare to leave their homes undefended to try and hunt for him?
Just as mysteriously as he appeared here, he disappeared, leaving behind only a bit of rough soil where the Warp Worm tunneled into the ground.
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Chapter 640: Bad Decision
Why?! Why are you doing this? Who are you?!
A fire raged around the source of this voice. A burly man covered in sweat and ash fell to his knees in the middle of a courtyard while the building around him had transformed into an inferno of heat and flame. Thick smoke filled the air and stained his body. The man had only a torn and burned up pair of boots and breeches. There were a few red lines sliced into his skin, something had torn through his clothing and then cut into him, but that part of him had also been burned, sealing the wound with a light burn.
His head twisted left and right, as if to look for someone, but he found nothing and yelled his words to the sky. The smoke surrounded him and he started to cough, he wanted to escape but he was surrounded by a fiery inferno and he breathed in the smoke, screaming in pain as the air was so hot it scalded his lungs. He fell to his knees and tried to call out again, but all that came from his mouth was a pained gurgle before he fell unconscious.
A block away, a dozen equally burly men with bare chests hung upside down. A cord tied their ankles together and strung them from the eaves of a large hall. The many of them hanging in such close proximity to each other was reminiscent of an abattoir, a butcher house. Such a comparison was especially apt when taking in the full scene, as the floor was covered in a layer of blood, dripping from the slashed throats of those dozen men.
The large hall was decorated with a very specific theme. There was a huge gong at the central place behind the main seat, and each of the pillars that supported the hall had different percussion instruments hanging from them, all of ancient style and make. For a musical history aficionado of this world, it would be quite the impressive collection. Around the outer edges of this hall, there were at least a hundred drums of many different styles and sizes.
Other than the dozen men hanging from their ankles in the center of the hall, there was a pile of bodies stacked up outside the entrance. The two huge doors had been propped open with their unmoving bulk, and there was currently only a single living person inside that hall.
There were many guards that Sage was forced to kill to reach this point, but he tried to spare as many of them as possible, using poisons to incapicitate as many as he could. Those six men that had fought against him? He put them into terrible situations without outright killing them. In his opinion, even they were acting on orders. As for the ones in charge? They were strung up like livestock and he subjected them to a death by a thousand cuts, using his silk to slice them and slowly bleed them to death.
As the ones in charge, they should be held responsible for the actions of their clan. He didnt know what pressures they faced or why they made their decisions, but it was still the duty of those in charge to pay for their mistakes.
Sage had begun his revenge, and he chose to start with those who had directly come to kill him. He knew they were likely someone elses pawns, and in order to figure out who the masterminds were, hed find out from those pawns. It was also fitting that those pawns all had grudges against him. The Violet Light Sect, the Fu Clan, the Artful Life Alliance, and Whitestaff. He chose to strike out at the group with the least of a grudge against him first. His grudge with them stemmed from Hei Bai, a former member of theirs, along with the debts owed to them by Lionheart Town. He disrupted the slave trade they profited from, as well as snubbing them when they were his supposed creditor.
Why did he attack them first? They were simply the easiest target.
The Artful Life Alliance as a whole had enough strength to almost match the other First Rate powers. They had contributed two Nascent Souls to that task force that nearly killed him, while the Fu Clan and Violet Light Sect only had one. That strength was also their weakness, because the Artful Life Alliance was not a single group, but a collection of smaller Sects and Clans. By pooling their strengths and resources, they could gather quite a force, but each of those individual groups were much weaker.
The Yincha Sect had a Nascent Soul, and the Sound Sword Sect had another. Sage guessed there might be one more Nascent Soul among the many parts of the Artful Life Alliance, but as long as Sage didnt run into that mysterious person, he could run rampant over them. Even if he didnt hide his face and loudly proclaimed himself as their killer, he would still be able to run wild, just like Skyfire Jiang Hua, who destroyed the Lang Clan. Would the Yincha Sect and Sound Sword Sect come after him in force? Did they dare to leave their homes undefended to try and hunt for him?
Just as mysteriously as he appeared here, he disappeared, leaving behind only a bit of rough soil where the Warp Worm tunneled into the ground.
Chapter 640: Bad DecisionWhy?! Why are you doing this? Who are you?!A fire raged around the source of this voice. A burly man covered in sweat and ash fell to his knees in the middle of a courtyard while the building around him had transformed into an inferno of heat and flame. Thick smoke filled the air and stained his body. The man had only a torn and burned up pair of boots and breeches. There were a few red lines sliced into his skin, something had torn through his clothing and then cut into him, but that part of him had also been burned, sealing the wound with a light burn. His head twisted left and right, as if to look for someone, but he found nothing and yelled his words to the sky. The smoke surrounded him and he started to cough, he wanted to escape but he was surrounded by a fiery inferno and he breathed in the smoke, screaming in pain as the air was so hot it scalded his lungs. He fell to his knees and tried to call out again, but all that came from his mouth was a pained gurgle before he fell unconscious.A block away, a dozen equally burly men with bare chests hung upside down. A cord tied their ankles together and strung them from the eaves of a large hall. The many of them hanging in such close proximity to each other was reminiscent of an abattoir, a butcher house. Such a comparison was especially apt when taking in the full scene, as the floor was covered in a layer of blood, dripping from the slashed throats of those dozen men. The large hall was decorated with a very specific theme. There was a huge gong at the central place behind the main seat, and each of the pillars that supported the hall had different percussion instruments hanging from them, all of ancient style and make. For a musical history aficionado of this world, it would be quite the impressive collection. Around the outer edges of this hall, there were at least a hundred drums of many different styles and sizes. Other than the dozen men hanging from their ankles in the center of the hall, there was a pile of bodies stacked up outside the entrance. The two huge doors had been propped open with their unmoving bulk, and there was currently only a single living person inside that hall. There were many guards that Sage was forced to kill to reach this point, but he tried to spare as many of them as possible, using poisons to incapicitate as many as he could. Those six men that had fought against him? He put them into terrible situations without outright killing them. In his opinion, even they were acting on orders. As for the ones in charge? They were strung up like livestock and he subjected them to a death by a thousand cuts, using his silk to slice them and slowly bleed them to death. As the ones in charge, they should be held responsible for the actions of their clan. He didnt know what pressures they faced or why they made their decisions, but it was still the duty of those in charge to pay for their mistakes. Sage had begun his revenge, and he chose to start with those who had directly come to kill him. He knew they were likely someone elses pawns, and in order to figure out who the masterminds were, hed find out from those pawns. It was also fitting that those pawns all had grudges against him. The Violet Light Sect, the Fu Clan, the Artful Life Alliance, and Whitestaff. He chose to strike out at the group with the least of a grudge against him first. His grudge with them stemmed from Hei Bai, a former member of theirs, along with the debts owed to them by Lionheart Town. He disrupted the slave trade they profited from, as well as snubbing them when they were his supposed creditor. Why did he attack them first? They were simply the easiest target. The Artful Life Alliance as a whole had enough strength to almost match the other First Rate powers. They had contributed two Nascent Souls to that task force that nearly killed him, while the Fu Clan and Violet Light Sect only had one. That strength was also their weakness, because the Artful Life Alliance was not a single group, but a collection of smaller Sects and Clans. By pooling their strengths and resources, they could gather quite a force, but each of those individual groups were much weaker. The Yincha Sect had a Nascent Soul, and the Sound Sword Sect had another. Sage guessed there might be one more Nascent Soul among the many parts of the Artful Life Alliance, but as long as Sage didnt run into that mysterious person, he could run rampant over them. Even if he didnt hide his face and loudly proclaimed himself as their killer, he would still be able to run wild, just like Skyfire Jiang Hua, who destroyed the Lang Clan. Would the Yincha Sect and Sound Sword Sect come after him in force? Did they dare to leave their homes undefended to try and hunt for him? Just as mysteriously as he appeared here, he disappeared, leaving behind only a bit of rough soil where the Warp Worm tunneled into the ground.
