Chapter 9: Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals

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Pierce Looske slaughtered his way through the Zorn family estate. No one could stop him. Guards and scions alike died in droves; blood ran like a river. The place became a charnel house, a slice of hell on earth. Benson Zorn, head of the Zorn family, stood stupefied with fear, forced to watch as his people fell one after another, powerless to help. A harsh shout cracked across the courtyard. "Stop!" Pierce acted as if he hadn't heard. He kept killing. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. A figure flashed in front of him and cut him off. Pierce finally looked up to size the newcomer. A man in his early thirties with a stormy face and a commanding presence. He fixed Pierce with a cold stare and said in a low voice, "I am Frederick Zorn, Seafrost Heavenly General of the Valia Heavenly General Pavilion. I order you to cease immediately, or you'll be cut down without mercy!" Frederick Zorn?! Pierce found the name familiar. Then it clicked-Oliver Zorn had mentioned an older brother named Frederick. This had to be him. Valia's Heavenly General Pavilion? An official outfit? He hadn't heard of it. Peony's voice came from behind, offering a quick explanation. "Young Master, the Heavenly General Pavilion is one of Valia's three major official organizations. They maintain domestic stability and handle violent cases involving martial artists. When the Security Bureau can't handle something, it gets passed to them." "In every major city, there are stationed Heavenly Generals from the Heavenly General Pavilion," she added. "Numbers vary." Pierce listened, mildly surprised. He hadn't expected the Zorn family to have someone embedded in an official organization. Then again-so what? Zorn blood was still Zorn blood. Heavenly Soldier or Heavenly General, he would kill them all the same. "Pierce Looske, you rely on martial strength to slaughter at will and severely endanger Valia's security. As Seafrost's Heavenly General, I am placing you under arrest," Frederick said coldly, eyes locked on Pierce. He knew Pierce's name. Clearly they had looked into him-likely since the night at the hotel when Pierce wiped out Miley Hayde and the others, the Heavenly General Pavilion had him on their radar. Seeing his eldest son return, Benson Zorn let out a breath of relief. A smile crept back onto his face. The Zorn family was saved. His eldest was a Heavenly General of the Heavenly General Pavilion. Pierce was dead this time-surely. "Go!" At Frederick's command, five elite Heavenly Soldiers surged forward to attack Pierce. Besides the Heavenly Generals, the Pavilion also had Heavenly Soldiers, ranked below the Generals. These five were formidable-Innate-stage martial artists at perfection, a single step from breaking into the Grandmaster Realm. The five Heavenly Soldiers ringed Pierce and attacked as one. True Energy erupted from them, power surging as their fists crashed down like thunder. To onlookers, Pierce stood there like a man turned to stone. He didn't dodge. He didn't even lift a hand. But just before their fists reached him, they stopped short, less than four inches from his body, hammered flat by an invisible barrier. They couldn't press closer. "What?!" Frederick and the others gaped, stunned. Projecting True Energy into a defensive shell was something only a Grandmaster Expert could do. And to block five strikes at once? That was beyond an ordinary Grandmaster. In the very next instant, boom! A terrifying blast of force erupted from Pierce. An unseen shockwave rolled outward in every direction. All five Heavenly Soldiers flew back, hit the ground hard, and coughed blood. They were badly hurt. Frederick's face went dark. He hadn't expected Pierce to be this strong, far beyond his projections. Even as a Grandmaster Expert, he wasn't sure he could take Pierce down. If Pierce had known what ran through Frederick's mind, he would have snorted. He wasn't some Grandmaster, much less a mere martial artist. He was a cultivator, on the path to immortality and divinity. They weren't even in the same league. The five Heavenly Soldiers staggered to their feet, ready to charge again. Pierce moved first. A glint of frost flashed through his eyes. His body blurred, turning ghostly, as if he melted into the air. The five struck at empty space. They stared, stunned by what they were seeing. Pierce flickered behind one of them. His right hand darted out; five fingers drove into the man's chest like talons. The soldier screamed as blood sprayed. His limbs went limp, and he crumpled. Pierce flowed on to the next like a shadow. He moved so fast he was a streak of lightning. His left hand clamped on a throat. He squeezed. The body jerked and then dropped, lifeless. His motions were seamless, fluid as water. He wove through the five, and every time he struck, a life went out. He moved too fast for the eye to track. Before the Heavenly Soldiers even processed what was happening, they were all on the ground. For the last strike, Pierce appeared behind the final soldier. His right hand lanced out. Fingers like blades punched straight through the man's chest. The man went slack. His eyes bulged, crowded with terror and despair. In Pierce's onslaught, all five Heavenly Soldiers died in a heartbeat. Pierce stood where he was, gaze cold and steady. Not a scratch marked him. Not a drop of blood stained his clothes. He had practically erased the five in seconds. He lifted his eyes to Frederick. The Heavenly General's body tensed, as if a savage beast had fixed him in its sights. "You dare kill men of the Heavenly General Pavilion?!" Frederick barked, masking his fear with anger. "Block me, and die. God or Buddha, it's all the same," Pierce said, voice like ice, an arrogant pressure rolling off him. "You're courting death!" Before the words faded, Frederick drew the longsword from his back. True Energy flared as he launched at Pierce. He was a Grandmaster Expert; otherwise, he wouldn't have qualified as Seafrost's Heavenly General. The sword thrust, its snowy edge flashing. Pierce's face didn't change. He simply reached out and caught the incoming blade. Snap! The sword broke in two. Frederick's eyes went wide with horror. Pierce kept half the broken blade in hand and drove it backward into Frederick's heart. A wet crunch sounded as steel slid into flesh. "You-" Blood bubbled on Frederick's lips. He couldn't even finish a sentence as his life bled away. He couldn't understand it. He wore the mantle of a Heavenly General. How did the man in front of him dare kill him? He couldn't understand it. They were both Grandmaster Experts, so why had he been cut down in an instant? Pierce's voice stayed cold. "In your next life, don't call yourself Frederick Zorn. Try Frederick the Feeble. You never deserved that name." Thud. Frederick toppled over, eyes open, dead. "Ahhh!" Benson Zorn screamed, forced to watch his son die right in front of him. Pierce went back to the work of annihilating the Zorn family. He had said he would wipe them out today. He kept his word. No one could stop him. When the Zorns helped butcher his godmother's entire household, they should have been ready for someone to come collecting the debt. By sundown, only Benson Zorn remained. He watched his clan erased, rage burning so hot his eyes went bloodshot, yet he could do nothing. The slaughterer in front of him was unstoppable. Pierce caught him by the throat. Benson's face twisted. He laughed and rasped, "Ha! You want to avenge the Wimple family? Impossible! "Ha! You offended the wrong people. I'll be waiting for you in the underworld." Before Pierce could act, Benson bit through his tongue and killed himself. Pierce frowned and tossed the body aside. "One of the Four Great Families was gone." "Doing them one by one is tedious. Let's bring them all together." "Peony, go inform the other three families. Have them meet me at the villa. I'll finish this in one sweep." "Understood, Young Master." The two of them left the Zorn estate, abandoning a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Chapter 9: Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals

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