The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093 I Don't Mind Making an Example Out of You!
"Um ... " Reynard was momentarily speechless.

A cold wind swept through, stirring the lifeless dust at the foot of Mount Fuoco.

The thick scent of blood from Alaw's headless corpse tainted the air with an eerie chill.

A severed head.

Disheveled hair.

Eyes widened in shock and rage.

And the blood on the Blossomfall Blade was still fresh!

Robin slowly raised the Blossomfall Blade and pointed it at Reynard. "Get on your knees and apologize to me! Otherwise, I'll wipe out every sect under Sakuran Martial Arts!"

Reynard shuddered, every hair on his body standing on end.

Everyone knew that Robin wasn't making an empty threat.

Mustering his courage, Roderick Meskill, the leader of the Ironwood Sect, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Drakebane, don't you think this is a bit too overbearing?

"Master Elijah has already sacrificed himself, and yet you—"

Swish!

A cold gleam flashed as the Blossomfall Blade sliced cleanly across Roderick's throat in an instant.

"You're not worthy of speaking Master Elijah's name!" Robin's icy gaze swept across the leaders of Sakuran Martial Arts.

"Sakuran Martial Arts provoked me first. If you think you can walk away without consequences, think again!"

At that moment, Reynard was drowning in regret!

He regretted his own foolishness. How could he have been so reckless as to provoke this terrifying god of death?

Even a peerless Sword Saint like Elijah had fallen before this man.

Alaw and Roderick, both grandmasters in their own right, had been slain in an instant without hesitation.

If he didn't apologize today, there would be no way out.

Although he was a martial artist, Reynard lacked the warrior's spirit to embrace a glorious death like Elijah.

The so-called honor of the Sakuran Martial Arts World? To him, it was nothing more than an empty title—one that wasn't worth dying for.

Robin had slain Alaw in front of everyone.

As a leading figure of Sakuran Martial Arts, Reynard knew he couldn't just stay silent—he had to at least say something with a bit of backbone.

But he didn't expect to enrage the ruthless Divine Drakebane.

"Mr. Ramsey, please calm down!" Cary and several high-ranking Sakurania officials hurried forward, positioning themselves before Robin.

Reynard was about to take the opportunity to retreat behind them when the Blossomfall Blade suddenly blocked his path.

"Get out of the way!" Robin's voice was cold and commanding. "This is between me and them!"

A man who appeared to be a cabinet official spoke coldly, "Mr. Drakebane, are you planning to make an enemy of all the sects under Sakuran Martial Arts?"

Cary nearly collapsed to his knees.

The man, Rhein Fotheringay, had just uttered words that could very well place all of Sakurania in direct opposition to Robin.

And no one in Sakurania understood this terrifying god of death better than he did.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the madness this commander unleashed during the Qacalisle Island War Games Competition.

Robin raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on Rhein. "So, you're saying the Sakuran cabinet intends to meddle in martial arts affairs?

"If that's the case, I don't mind making an example out of you!"

Smack! With a sharp crack, the Blossomfall Blade struck Rhein, forcing him to his knees.

Clang! The sound of guns being drawn filled the air as a dozen elite guards instantly took aim, ready to fire.

Cary rushed forward to intervene. "Back off immediately! Mr. Drakebane's duel with Master Elijah was purely a matter of martial arts!

"Take care of everything here as quickly as possible. Then leave Sakurania with me. This place is no longer safe for you."

Eira took the Blossomfall Blade with trembling hands and bowed respectfully. "Sir, I have nothing to take care of. I'm ready to leave with you at any time."

Elijah had instructed her in a letter yesterday—once today's duel was over, she was to leave with Robin immediately.

Otherwise, her life would be in danger.

"Ms. Eira, wait!" Just as she was about to follow Robin, Daphne, and the others, a cold voice called out from behind her.

A tall man stepped forward, followed by a hundred men dressed in black, each wearing a badge that read "Spiritrest Sanctuary".

Robin's brow furrowed slightly.

Spiritrest Sanctuary was a shrine in the southernmost part of Neuno, dedicated to spirits and deities.

Due to its deep cultural significance in Sakurania and the backing of several powerful families and financial groups, the sanctuary held a uniquely influential status.

Although Spiritrest Sanctuary operated as a private civilian organization outside the jurisdiction of the Sakurania government, it wielded immense influence.

The sanctuary commanded its own elite guard, overseeing three fully equipped brigades with a total force exceeding 10,000 troops.

Their arsenal was cutting-edge, including fighter jets, naval fleets, and a well-trained ground force.

Rumors even suggested they possessed more than a dozen intercontinental missiles.

Their operations were nearly untouchable, functioning beyond the control of Sakurania's National Self-Defense Forces.

It was said that the Rivers family was the true controlling force of this sanctuary.

Twenty years ago, Windsor Rivers, Sheldon's older brother, handed over control of the family and withdrew into Spiritrest Sanctuary.

Since then, he remained out of the public eye for two decades.

The man now standing before them was Cartref Gulliver, a senior official in charge of the sanctuary's external affairs.

Cartref glanced at Robin before addressing Eira, "Master Elijah's sacred blade is a national treasure, personally named by the Emperor. If you plan to leave Sakurania with them, you must leave the sword behind."