The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1390

In the main hall of Inferno Peak within the Ninth Syndicate, Rita was bound tightly to a pillar at the center.

After falling into the Netheris Domain, her vitality had been severely drained.

Though she had once trained in martial arts, at this moment, Rita was as fragile as glass.

Four women with grotesque features stood around her, each glaring at her with vicious hatred.

The leader, a bloated woman as dark as pitch, was named Sylvie Jett—a devout follower among the guards of the Ninth Syndicate.

Sylvie yanked Rita's hair with a sneer. "A hideous wench like you belongs in the Soulforge Tower.

"If Pontiff Talmud hadn't chosen you for dual cultivation, I'd have skinned you alive by now!"

Next to her, a woman with a face full of pockmarks and a cleft lip snorted coldly, then stomped down on Rita's chest. "Sylvie, I honestly don't get what Pontiff Talmud sees in her. How could he want to dual-cultivate with a troll like this?

"We four sisters are stunning, and we've trained in the Soulforge Tower for eight whole years. And yet Pontiff Talmud hasn't even spared us a glance!"

Sylvie ran a hand over her grotesquely swollen face and sighed bitterly. "Maybe it's because we're too beautiful. He couldn't bear to ruin us."

The pockmarked woman nodded reverently. "Yes ... Being able to serve Pontiff Talmud in this lifetime is already a blessing. We shouldn't ask for more. Let's train harder—maybe in the next life, we'll be worthy."

Then, without warning, she slapped Rita hard across the face. "You're lucky, you know. Pontiff Talmud's wasting his time with you."

Just then, a voice boomed from the entrance. "Sylvie, what are you doing?" A man who resembled a black-haired boar strutted in through the doors.

"I wasn't even inside yet, and I could already hear you screaming from halfway down the hall. Who messed up this time?"

It was Dayton Estrada, a Master-level guardian and one of Talmud's closest men.

Behind him followed 10 more female disciples, all of them First-rank Masters—and all equally hideous.

When they saw Rita crumpled on the ground, a twisted sense of joy lit up their eyes.

Sylvie immediately flashed a coy smile. "Grandmaster Estrada, we were just disciplining this slut."

"This morning, when she found out the honorable Pontiff Talmud would be dual cultivating with her, she threw a fit and refused to bathe. Such disrespect toward the Pontiff cannot go unpunished."

The pockmarked woman's eyes were glued to Dayton as she added dreamily, "We've all been waiting for a chance to serve Pontiff Talmud, and this bitch turns him down? Unbelievable!"

Dayton glanced lazily at Rita, his gaze lingering on her face, then lower, tracing her curves with predatory hunger.

"You're right, Sylvie. If this little brat doesn't know what's good for her, I'll take her back and break her in myself. Then you can deliver her to the Pontiff when she's learned her place."

Sylvie gave Dayton a suggestive look, the two of them sharing a knowing grin. "Grandmaster Estrada, what's gotten into everyone lately? Since when are we into ugly freaks like this?" She laughed wickedly.

Dayton stepped closer to Rita, eyes gleaming with lust. "Let's go, bitch. I want to see what makes you think you're too good for us."

"Don't touch me!" Rita rasped, summoning what little strength she had left. She spat in Dayton's face. "I'd rather die than let you humiliate me!"

Slap! The pockmarked woman struck Rita again, rage flashing in her eyes.

"How dare you disrespect the Grandmaster? I'll beat you to death myself!"

She raised a ruler-thick rod and began lashing Rita across the back.

Blood dripped from Rita's mouth as she collapsed, barely conscious.

The woman laughed as she whipped her, then suddenly tore open Rita's clothes, revealing a back covered in bloody welts.

"Rita!" Daphne burst into the hall, her eyes going wide the moment she saw the bruised and battered girl. In a flash, she darted forward.

"Who the hell are you?" the pockmarked woman snapped, pointing the rod at Daphne.

"I'm the one who came to kill you," a cold voice replied. Robin's expression was emotionless as he grabbed the woman by the hair and forced her to kneel before Rita.

Crack! Her knees shattered on impact.

The front hall of the Soulforge Tower instantly fell into a bone-chilling silence.

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