In that instant, Ashton’s inner energy surged violently. He molded his energy into weaponized energy, manifesting a hundred shimmering blades of Centennial Sword Energy almost instantaneously, and locked each one of them onto every woman of Blossom Hall.
“How could this be!” Whitney’s face drained of color as she stared at the terrifying, bizarre scene before her with her mouth agape.
She muttered in disbelief, “How could he mobilize Centennial Sword Energy? How could someone’s inner energy sustain a hundred blades at once, given how each one is packed with enough force to level a building? How much inner energy does Ashton possess? Is it truly inexhaustible?”
Elise bit down on her lip as cold sweat broke out all over her body, her eyes brimming with disbelief. She was an SSS–ranked transcendent realm expert herself, which was why she was well–versed in the staggering difficulty of Ashton’s technique.
She knew far better than a layman just how much skill and power were required to manifest Centennial Sword Energy on such a scale.
She was acutely aware that even without considering the vast quantity of inner energy involved, the mental strength required to control Centennial Sword Energy alone was beyond what most could endure. She thought that even the mysterious and formidable Sage might not be capable of such a feat.
She then mused that Ashton’s declaration to protect Blossom Hall no longer sounded like empty bravado.
It was a pity, however, that things weren’t so simple. Elise found herself caught in a whirlwind of complex and agonizing emotions.
In that instant, Elise sensed a terrifying surge of killing intent emanating from Ashton and yelled hurriedly, ” Please don’t kill them, Mr. Gray!”
There was fear in Elise’s voice, along with a distinct note of entreaty.
In the blink of an eye, Ashton’s eyes were consumed by black flames. He swept his arm forward, unleashing a hundred strands of Centennial Sword Energy in a single.
They ignited the very air, creating a shower of sparks while a chorus of dragon–like shrieks erupted from the blades. It was immediately followed by a series of thunderous, terrifying impacts.
It was then that the collective might of a hundred women from Blossom Hall was shredded like a flimsy parchment by Ashton’s pitch–black, weaponized energy, offering no resistance to his overwhelming strength.
In that instant, the faces of the hundred–plus women from Blossom Hall turned deathly pale. They stood paralyzed like lambs awaiting the butcher’s knife as they faced the rapidly approaching weaponized energy, their strength to fight back utterly extinguished.
They all knew that should that terrifying power find its mark, not a single one of them would survive the
encounter.
They didn’t know what kind of monster they were up against, only that he was more terrifying than anything they’d ever imagined.
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In that moment, the women of Blossom Hall felt a reverence for Ashton that sprang from the very depths of their souls. They were reminded of the ultimate law of their world the strong reigned supreme, and Ashton had proven himself a god among men.
They thought they were about to meet their end when the black weaponized energy halted barely half an inch from their foreheads, pulsing and circling like a predator waiting for the signal to strike.
They stood still like statues, as they were acutely aware that the slightest movement would result in a fatal blow to the head.
Their lives weren’t their own anymore–they belonged to Ashton and whatever he decided to do next.
In that instant, a freezing gale kicked up by the blades swirled around the room, biting into their skin with an icy edge.
Elise and Whitney went deathly pale. They only gradually exhaled when the pitch–black, weaponized energy ceased its motion, leaving their bodies trembling and weak.
They wouldn’t be able to bear the weight of such a brutal reality if the women of Blossom Hall perished in a bloodbath right then and there. They were like family to them, after all.
“Thank you for showing us mercy, Mr. Gray!” Elise’s hands were clammy with sweat as she watched Ashton with growing apprehension, feeling as though she were staring into a dark, unfathomable void.
She realized that even though she was an expert in the transcendent realm, she would have been powerless against Ashton–his terror was as bottomless as a dark abyss.
Whitney pursed her lips, her body quivering and heart pounding. She instinctively knew that she wouldn’t be able to escape Ashton’s grasp today.
She had boldly provoked him earlier, so she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of retribution awaited her later.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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