My Descendants Are My Power

Chapter 314 It's a trap!

At the border between Sunshine Mansion and Cloudview County, the three Roberts men, so recently brimming with arrogance in Glory City, now cut sorry figures.

Danny's face was a mask of fury. He couldn't believe the audacity of those Blackwood barbarians! To rob them blind, taking even their ability vessel, and to break his legs in full view of Glory City's citizens!

The memory of that humiliation washed over him. The commoners had surrounded him, gawking and jeering like he was a stray dog to be toyed with. He hadn't dared to fight back, hadn't even dared to cry out in pain. He knew, with chilling certainty, that Nathan would have ended his life without a second thought.

In his thousand years of cultivating psychic powers, he had never endured such shame. Never had he imagined that he, a Roberts, would be subjected to such treatment, least of all in this backwater county.

He had been forced to crawl, yes crawl, out of Blackwood on his hands and knees, the mocking laughter of Glory City's residents ringing in his ears. The memory burned like acid, fueling his rage.

"Elder Danny, Blackwood has gone too far!"

The Roberts youth, his tongue restored by a potent healing pill, glared back at the receding silhouette of Glory City. He had accompanied Danny on numerous trips to Cloudview County, and always, they had been treated with the utmost respect, their every whim catered to.

And yet, here they were, forced to flee like whipped dogs, not even daring to turn their heads as they soared away from that cursed place.

"Blackwood... Blackwood, I will have my revenge!" Danny roared, his fury echoing across the sky. The air crackled with energy, his two companions cowering before his unleashed power.

It took him a while to regain his composure. His gaze, now cold and calculating, settled on Blackwood. "This humiliation... I will repay it tenfold."

But his words were cut short as a wave of terror washed over him. A cold sweat broke out, his body trembling uncontrollably. A suffocating aura of malevolent energy descended upon them, a palpable wave of bloodlust and darkness. It felt like sinking into a mire of blood and shadows.

His two companions froze, their faces ashen. If Julian's killing intent had been a raging inferno, this was something far more sinister, a chilling whisper of death that promised unimaginable suffering.

A figure materialized before them, seemingly out of thin air. A tall, muscular man with intricate tattoos covering his bare chest and a massive sword strapped to his back. He walked with an air of casual menace, his eyes radiating a chilling intensity.

"Well, well..."

Danny's voice was a strained croak. He could sense the man's power, a cultivation base equal to his own, at the mid-Competent Force level. But the sheer intensity of his aura, the raw, untamed power that radiated from him, told a different story. One wrong move, and Danny knew he would be dead before he hit the ground.

What was a rogue cultivator of this caliber doing here, traveling from the direction of Sunshine Mansion towards Cloudview County? Had he been exiled, seeking refuge in that backwater county? Was he planning to offer his services to Blackwood, to fight against the Druids?

Cloudview County, that wretched hive of scum and villainy, didn't deserve a cultivator of this caliber!

Danny's mind raced, fear and confusion battling for dominance. He had to do something, anything, to protect himself. He stepped forward, blocking the man's path.

"Honored sir, a moment of your time, if you please."

"Hmm?"

The man paused, his brow furrowed in curiosity. Most people avoided him like the plague. Only his seven sworn brothers and his family treated him like a normal human being. Who was this fool to stand in his way?

Danny swallowed his fear, forcing the words out. "Honored sir, your path... it leads to Cloudview County, does it not?"

"It does."

"Then you must turn back!" Danny exclaimed, his voice trembling with urgency. "It's a trap! Those Blackwood devils... they practice Dark Magic! They lure unsuspecting Psychics to Cloudview County with promises of power and riches, only to drain them dry! They have a monstrous tree, a blood-drinking fiend, that feeds on the life force of their victims.

And once they've drained their victims dry, they toss their corpses back over the border, claiming the bounty on their heads! We barely escaped with our lives!"

He let out a dramatic sigh, congratulating himself on his quick thinking. This lie, this brilliant fabrication, would spread like wildfire. He would make sure of it. Blackwood would pay for what they had done.

But his moment of triumph was short-lived. The tattooed man was looking at him with a strange expression, a mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous.

"Oh?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You've discovered Blackwood's secret, have you?" Read latest chapters at mvl

"Yes..." Danny began, but the words died in his throat. What was this? What secret? Why was this man looking at him like that?

A cold dread gripped his heart as the man's aura flared, casting grotesque shadows across the landscape. The air crackled with malevolent energy.

"Run! He's one of them! He's with Blackwood!"

Danny didn't need to be told twice. He unleashed his psychic powers, throwing himself backward in a desperate attempt to escape.

The world exploded in a maelstrom of dark energy, the sheer force of the blast attracting the attention of two powerful Basic Mastery Psychics stationed within Cloudview County.

Moments later, the dust settled. The Lord of Frenzied Blood, his hand still gripping the lifeless body of the Roberts youth who had dared to insult his family, sheathed his bloodstained sword. He glanced towards Sunshine Mansion, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features.

"Foolish old fool," he muttered. "He almost had me there. Not bad, for a dying breed."

He had spent years cultivating in Blackwood, accepted and respected despite his unorthodox methods. Blackwood had become his home, its people his family. And he would defend them with his life. Anyone who dared to harm his family, anyone who dared to spread lies and sow discord... would face his wrath.

He turned to pursue the fleeing Danny, his eyes burning with cold fury. But before he could take a step, a voice echoed in his mind, stopping him in his tracks. It was Bill Daoist, his voice laced with an icy calm that brooked no argument.

"Leave him alive," the voice commanded. "For now."

The Lord of Frenzied Blood frowned. "Why spare him? He knows too much."

"He knows nothing," Bill Daoist replied. "But his lies could prove... useful. Let him go. Spread the word. Let Sunshine Mansion tremble at the thought of Blackwood's might."

The Lord of Frenzied Blood hesitated, then nodded curtly. "As you command. But if you're wrong, old friend, if this backfires... I'll hold you personally responsible."

The voice chuckled softly. "Have a little faith, old friend. Sometimes, the best weapon is the one your enemy wields against themselves."

The Lord of Frenzied Blood snorted, then turned and melted back into the shadows, leaving behind the lingering scent of blood and the promise of a storm to come.