The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1382

"You bastard! You deserve to die!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Valdor's furious roar echoed across the summit of Mount Netheris.

In an instant, dust and debris swirled, and a fierce wind arose.

The entire platform trembled as if shaken by a massive earthquake.

"You dare kill the tenth prince of Dark Syndicate? I will tear you to pieces!" Valdor kicked aside the large stone table in front of him and stormed toward Robin, his fury palpable.

Alessia came to this Mount Netheris Martial Arts Tournament to demonstrate his immense power as a Wargod Realm warrior, intending to intimidate the young talents of Netheris Syndicate.

Instead, he was slaughtered by an unknown outsiders.

Valdor knew he couldn't face the High Pontiff without accounting for this. His only option was to kill Robin to atone for Alessia's death, hoping it might quell the Pontiff's wrath.

"No one has been born who can tear me apart!" Robin scoffed, his gaze filled with disdain as he looked at the enraged Valdor.

"If you want to die, I'll gladly send you and Alessia to hell together!"

"You're too arrogant! Only by killing you can Crownward Syndicate assert its authority!" Valdor's every step left a deep print in the ground, his anger flooding the summit of Mount Netheris with overwhelming power.

"Master Carrington, wait a moment.

"I too must avenge Jaxon with my own hands!" Liorik rose and stepped forward, his aura spreading suffocating pressure over the entire arena.

The combined force of these Highest Warlords could instantly send low-rank warriors flying dozens of yards away.

As Liorik's words faded, a chorus of angry voices erupted from the judges' panel.

All of the Thirteen Guardians stood and advanced toward Robin, each a Highest Warlord Realm warrior. Facing such a formidable force, even a top-level Wargod might struggle to escape unscathed.

Many low-rank warriors in the audience fainted on the spot under the oppressive force.

Hacyon, with her first-rank Master cultivation, could barely stand firm.

Had Arthur not consumed the Bloodshade Fruit gifted by Robin, his Peak Warrior strength would have left him bleeding and unconscious by now.

The Thirteen Guardians were the ultimate masters within their syndicates and the most formidable force of Crownward Syndicate.

In the past, when Dark Syndicate battled against the Lightborn Sect, it was the unity of the Thirteen Guardians under the High Pontiff that defeated the Sanctified Realm High Pontiff from the Lightborn Sect, granting Dark Syndicate dominance over Netheris Domain.

The current chief guardians were direct descendants of those legendary figures. They represented the zenith of their respective syndicates.

Standing in an unbroken circle around Robin, their eyes glinted with predatory intent. Vania, having retreated to the side, watched and shook her head in silent resignation.

Despite being awed by Robin's formidable skills, she knew this confrontation was futile.

Robin's cold, ruthless strikes, his slaying of seven elite warriors, and his final act of killing Alessia, were intolerable affronts to Dark Syndicate.

The traditional rules of the tournament were now irrelevant.

All of the Thirteen Guardians had taken to the stage, an unprecedented occurrence that would become the subject of ridicule in Netheris Domain.

The chief guardian of the First Syndicate, Mallack Shuler, stepped forward, not waiting for Valdor to speak.

"You wretch! Do you realize you've committed an atrocity that will anger both gods and men?

"Crownward Syndicate will never let you live!

"However, if you submit to the First Syndicate, I can recommend you to His Holiness to serve in our hellish prison for ten years and then return to Netheris Domain."

There was another explosive sound.

Liorik's strike landed, but Robin didn't meet it head-on. Instead, he seized Liorik by the collar and lifted him high into the air.

"Trash! You think you can order me around? Die!"

With a violent motion, Robin slammed Liorik's body against the hard stone, breaking him in half with a sickening crunch.

Liorik died instantly.

The summit of Mount Netheris fell deathly silent.

The swirling dust and debris settled slowly over the peak, leaving only the cold wind howling around the arena.

Bydor Rookthorn, the chief guardian of the Eighth Syndicate, stepped forward and struck at Robin. "Boy, if you live, you'll be a permanent threat!"

Robin laughed. "A mere ant dares roar at me? Die!"

Robin's blow instantly brought Bydor to his knees.

"You ... you're reckless!" Bydor gasped.

Bydor looked at Robin in terror. "Why?"

Robin's gaze was icy. "Because your Dark Syndicate provoked me. Now you all must die!"

With a sharp crack, Robin crushed Bydor underfoot.