The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092 A Farewell Without Regret!
Sakura's bloom lasted only seven days.

At its peak, it flourished like clouds, like a rainbow.

But after seven days of dazzling brilliance, it withered overnight.

The most captivating beauty of the sakura wasn't in its full bloom, but in its fearless, unwavering fall.

This had been the highest ideal cherished by the Sakurania's warriors—to reach the pinnacle of life in a fleeting moment of radiance, and then, to leave without regret!

"Mr. Ramsey, thank you for enlightening my cultivation. In this life, I have no regrets!"

Elijah carefully wrapped the blade of the Blossomfall Blade with a piece of his tattered robe.

Robin understood—Elijah was preparing to end his life in the most honorable way a warrior could.

Beneath the dazzling sunlight, Elijah pressed the tip of the Blossomfall Blade against his abdomen. He lifted his head and smiled. "Mr. Ramsey, I have waited for this moment for so long. Now that the time has come, I ask for nothing more.

"Only Eira is left of my family line. Please, watch over her. As a token of my deep gratitude, I offer you this blade!"

Elijah paused for a moment before speaking again, "Mr. Ramsay, before I go, I want to tell you a secret.

"The place I am heading to ... is the very same space that the Dragon Lord and the Young Lord Dragon ventured into without hesitation 20 years ago."

Robin's eyes widened in shock. "Master ... "

Elijah shook his head. "There's no need to ask. Just remember—from the moment you took up Drakebane, your path was set in stone.

"This is the duty we cannot shy away from!"

Robin became more confused. He had no idea what Elijah was trying to say.

"Drakebane, there has always been an evil force in this world—selfish desire and greed!

"They never stop using their vile, corrupt ways to hinder the progress of civilization.

"They seek to keep the beings of this world in ignorance, turning them into nothing more than slaves to their pleasures and obsession with power.

"But history will not turn back, just as rivers will never flow in reverse!

"Back then, the Dragon Lord and the Young Lord Dragon threw themselves into the storm of that final battle, sacrificing everything—their homes, their families—to stop a decayed past from rising again."

Robin grew even more confused. "Master Elijah, please, can you explain everything in detail? What really happened?"

Elijah smiled. "The time isn't right yet. Once you have dealt with every last culprit involved in the Dragon Manor massacre, you will understand what truly happened 20 years ago.

"It's time for me to go. Perhaps we will meet again."

"Master!" Robin tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Without hesitation, the Blossomfall Blade pierced Elijah's abdomen.

A collective gasp erupted from those watching on the screen. "Master Elijah has taken his own life!"

Then, silence.

At the foot of Mount Fuoco, among a hundred thousand spectators, not a single sound was made.

This was the most radiant moment of a legendary Sword Saint's life.

As he brought it to an end, there was not a hint of hesitation.

To die in brilliance, to live on in legend.

Under the silent Mount Fuoco, hearts pounded in a suffocating stillness.

No one wanted to accept the fall of a legendary Sword Saint.

Twenty minutes later, under countless watchful and conflicted gazes, Robin descended from Mount Fuoco.

All eyes were drawn to his hands—gripping Elijah's Blossomfall Blade.

A blade that had carried the two-hundred-year legacy of Sakuran Martial Arts.

It was the symbol of Sakurania's warrior spirit.

Named Blossomfall, it embodied the ideal of perishing at the peak of one's brilliance—the ultimate honor carried by a true warrior.

If not for the Metropolitan Police Department deploying reinforcements in time, the frenzied spectators might have torn Mount Fuoco apart.

Stepping forward, Calmstorm Blade Sect's leader, Alaw, bowed and said, "Mr. Drakebane, return the Blossomfall Blade to the Sakuran Martial Arts Association immediately!"

Yet his eyes remained fixed on the Blossomfall Blade, the supreme symbol of Sakuran Martial Arts. His words were laced with an icy killing intent.

That cold, low-toned command instantly drew the attention of the onlookers.

"Isn't that Calmstorm Blade Sect's leader, Alaw?"

"I heard he's now the president of the Martial Arts Association."

With the fall of the Clerys and the Rivers family, the Barbers had become the most dominant force in Sunria.

For him to demand the Blossomfall Blade from Robin in such a tone seemed completely natural to the spectators.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "And who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me like that?"

Alaw's voice turned cold. "Drakebane, I advise you to show some respect. Don't forget—you're in Sakurania. Otherwise ... "

"So what?" Robin scoffed. In a flash, the Blossomfall Blade shot from its sheath, its chilling gleam slicing clean through the air—severing Alaw's head in an instant.

Alaw died without ever understanding how could his opponent's blade be so fast.

Another wave of shocked cries erupted at the base of Mount Fuoco.

No one had expected Robin to kill so brazenly right in broad daylight.

There were tens of thousands of police officers on site.

No matter how powerful he was, surely he couldn't take on the Metropolitan Police Department, could he?

"Drakebane, you've gone too far!"

Reynard and the others snapped out of their brief shock, their fury erupting as he pointed at Robin. "Do you take Sakuran Martial Arts for nothing?"

Robin slowly turned to Reynard. "Do you want to test my patience too?"