Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1042

Chapter 1042 Gone

Old Brama's palm came down with furious momentum. Just from his leap into the air, Zayreus had been blown away, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as he slammed into the benches and curved archways of the courtroom.

Zayreus wasn't far from the D-Grade already, and just the old man's aura and momentum from afar had caused him to react like this. One couldn't even begin to fathom the sort of devastation that Sylas was facing off against.

What chance in the world was there?

And the end result was exactly as one might expect.

The palm shattered everything in its path, leaving a bloody imprint in the marble-stoned ground. The imprint itself was smooth, perfect, a level of both power and control that very few in the old man's tier had ever reached.

But the inside was very different from the beautiful smoothness and structure.

Beaten, bloodied, a flat pancake of death and destruction, splintering cracks of oozing blood, flesh that couldn't be recognized, and bone minced to dust.

The reverberating impact of the palm echoed. The room was already designed to amplify sound, to allow, especially those at the center, to project their voices without much effort at all.

And yet, now, it had been used on an attack loud enough to burst the eardrums of most. In fact, that was exactly what happened to Zayreus, causing him to cough up even more mouthfuls of blood.

In contrast to the reverberating booms, there was a silence that hung in between the peaks and crevices, everyone, even Niafron himself, looking down at where Sylas' remains stood as though they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

How had things suddenly flipped on their heads like this?

"BRAMA!"

It was hard to tell just how long passed before the first words were spoken, but even the echoes of the palm had long faded before anything was said. All that had been left was the huffing breath of the old Unitar before the courtroom seemed to lose its mind.

"Do you know what you just did?"

"Do you know who you just killed?!"

Old Brama continued to huff for breath, looking at the fleshly meat patty down below without even casting a glance upward.

"You're the reason we're in this mess! You bring us a solution, only to kill it moments later! Are you just doing your best to run the Grove into the ground? Have you forgotten the debt of favor you owe to your Ancestors?!"

At this point, even those once on Old Brama's side were furious to an extreme. Yaoyao had yet to speak, but her brows were so tightly furrowed, her lips pressed into such a pin-thin line, that her stance seemed obvious.

Take advantage of his granddaughter? Was that a joke? No matter how talented, Sylas was an F-Grade existence. By comparison, Megean was already in the E-Grade. She wasn't just any E-Grade warrior either, but instead someone soon to enter the D-Grade.