The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1384

"No! Hacyon, Mr. Ramsey isn't going to die!" Arthur's voice rang out in protest.

"Those 11 chief guardians on stage, aren't they supposed to be the judges? And now they've all joined the fight? Has the Dark Syndicate completely lost its sense of honor?"

Hacyon paled instantly and clamped a hand over her younger brother's mouth. "Do you have a death wish?! I won't let you blaspheme the Crownward Syndicate!"

"It's not slander. I'm simply stating the truth." Arthur's eyes burned with contempt as he stared at the stage, where the 11 chief guardians encircled Robin like a pack of wolves.

"These people used to stand above everyone else, preaching the rules of their syndicate to the people of Netheris.

"They dictated what we could and couldn't do, casting themselves as paragons of virtue.

"But now, when they're standing before their own sacred rules, they reveal their ugly, shameless side.

"Turns out, under the cloak of righteousness, they're nothing but thugs!"

"That's enough!" Hacyon hissed, her voice low and tense. "Now is not the time to debate morals!

"The truth we can't deny is this—no matter how powerful Robin is, he cannot hold off the combined assault of 11 Pseudo Sanctars."

She exhaled softly.

Robin's performance today had already stunned the Netheris Domain. Among the younger generation, he stood unrivaled.

But against the might of the Crownward Syndicate's top guardians, he was hopelessly outclassed.

Like Hacyon said, the combined assault of 11 Pseudo Sanctars was something even the chief guardians of each syndicate would struggle to defend against, let alone Robin.

"Crush him!" roared Valdor, and with that, all 11 chief guardians struck in unison.

Until moments ago, several of them had still harbored ambitions of claiming Robin's monstrous talent for their syndicate, which is why they'd held back.

That changed the moment Robin drove his fist through both Liorik and Bydor in a single blow.

Only then did they realize that the young man before them was no one's pawn.

In that instant, the very air atop Mount Netheris erupted, wind screaming, fire surging skyward.

With a thunderous chant, the combined force of the 11 chief guardians materialized as a massive cauldron, descending upon Robin like the wrath of the gods.

The sky darkened as if day had turned to night, clouds swirling and swallowing the sun.

The terrifying force unleashed was cataclysmic—so overwhelming that even the Dark Lord at his peak would have faltered before it.

This destructive, world-shattering power of the Sanctars tore through the heavens, shaking the summit of Mount Netheris to its very foundations.

And yet ... Robin watched everything unfold before him with a smile.

An unfathomable torrent of strength coursed through him, scales shimmering across his body, glinting like molten gold. Flame and power burst from every inch of him.

And then came the sound of a dragon's roar, thundering and unyielding.

From the churning storm clouds above, a colossal dragon's head emerged, so vast it shrouded the entire sky in shadow.

Two eyes like boundless oceans burst open, gleaming with a blinding golden brilliance that shot across the heavens and locked onto Robin.

Bathed in that divine radiance, the dormant dragon blood within his veins surged to life like a tidal wave breaking free.

Robin's body began to transform, expanding.

The light surrounding him streaked across mountains and rivers, piercing the clouds above.

For hundreds of miles, the world trembled before his vital energy, while beasts of every realm bowed low in submission.

The savage might of the 11 Pseudo Sanctars should have been a fatal sentence, but instead, it became the catalyst. Robin's Dragonblood physique awakened completely, and in that instant ... he crossed the threshold—he became an Empyrean Sanctar.

Golden light shot through the heavens, forming a celestial pillar that split the world.

A sea of roaring blood essence spiraled skyward, forming a sacred canopy above him.

Every warrior atop Mount Netheris watched in breathless awe, their blood boiling and hearts pounding with excitement.

This was the Sanctified realm of an Empyrean Sanctar, a level of power long thought to exist only in myth to the people of Netheris.

To witness it with their own eyes was a lifetime of glory.

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