The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1150

The crowd was struck dumb by the stunning sight unfolding before them.

This was the legendary ancient relic.

The top warriors trembled with excitement, their bodies shaking with a mix of awe and greed.

At that moment, they desperately wanted to rush forward and claim it as their own.

This was the supreme treasure that these warriors had searched half the world for!

Had it not been for their fear of Robin's brutal reputation, these warriors, who aspired to become grandmasters, would have engaged in a fierce battle for it.

But seeing Robin's cold and intimidating back, not one of them dared to make a move.

They all knew that he was an untouchable true killing machine.

Neasan, holding back intense pain, looked up in excitement at the overwhelming power radiating from the ancient relic.

"Ah! I'm finally witnessing the incredible power of the ancient relic!" He exclaimed.

Robin snorted coldly, "You haven't seen it yet. But you will soon experience it firsthand."

"Mr. Drakebane, there's an old saying in our country that a man with a treasure is guilty simply for possessing it!" Neasan was too excited to hear anything else, tears streaming down his face.

"The whole world knows now; the ancient relic is in your hands.

"You're already being targeted by all the top experts.

"Even if you're skilled, you can't go up against the entire world, can you?

"Mr. Drakebane, your strength alone isn't enough to safely hold onto this ancient relic."

"Listen to my advice. Hand the relic over to Mr. Buchanan. I guarantee he'll make you the chief guardian of Darkbane Hall—or better yet, second in command of the Dark Night Alliance!

"Mr. Drakebane, you can only achieve greatness by following Mr. Buchanan."

"Make me second in command?" Robin sneered at the man's words. "What's wrong with all these fools these days?

"You can't even protect yourself, and you think you can protect me? What a pathetic dream!"

Before Neasan could experience the full force of the ancient relic, the dragon dagger swiftly cut across his throat.

A golden dragon, soaring into the air, let out a triumphant roar.

It then viciously drank the powerful blood from Neasan's body.

In less than a minute, the second guardian of the Dark Night Alliance had been drained of every drop of blood.

His once formidable body turned to nothing more than a brittle, lifeless husk.

A mountain breeze blew, scattering his remains like dry leaves, until they were blown into the valley below, fading into nothingness.

The onlookers were frozen, watching this unreal and terrifying scene unfold.

It was the first time they had witnessed the bloodthirsty and terrifying power of the ancient relic.

In that moment, the golden dragon, satisfied, flew joyfully around Robin, almost like a playful pet, eager to please its master.

Then, with a joyful, long cry, the dragon became a wisp of golden smoke, merging into the dagger.

With that, Robin's vengeance atop Kirie Mountain had ended.

The sun, mountain breeze, clouds, and pine trees—everything on the mountain resumed its eternal cycle, unaffected by the events.

Except for the slight bloodshed, the scene was eerily silent, neither joyful nor sad.

Robin sheathed his weapon and walked down the mountain.

He stopped momentarily beside Oisean and Shania.

"Shania, be at Nine Stars Tower tomorrow at 8 AM sharp," he commanded.

"Yes, Mr. Drakebane!" Shania replied, trembling with fear and respect, no longer the slightest hint of defiance in her.

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