The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1396

"Hahaha ... " Koslia threw his head back in wild laughter, his billowing black robe flaring as a vast aura surged outward.

"20 years have passed, and once again, this stubbornness from a foreign world returns. Young Lad, you remind me of the Young Lord Dragon. No, no! You carry something more—a touch of defiance and arrogance.

"For the sake of your father—an old friend—I'll grant you an intact corpse."

A fierce mountain wind howled through the air, lifting thousands of snowflakes into a blizzard.

Koslia's voice, as deep and resonant as a massive bronze bell, shook the entire Soulforge Mountain, the very ground creaking and cracking under the pressure.

His entire body emanated the boundless aura of an Empyrean Sanctar, rising in wave after wave.

At that moment, the entire mountain was engulfed in an apocalyptic, suffocating force.

Every warrior watching, regardless of rank, collapsed to the ground.

The overwhelming pressure from the top figure of the Netheris froze the very air on the mountain.

Everyone gazed up at Koslia's position—a realm that was untouchable.

Once one enters the Empyrean Sanctified Realm, they dominate all elemental forces within a 30 mile radius.

In that space, he is the sun, the moon, the earth—the master of all forces.

With a single thought, he decides the life and death of all things.

Talmud burst into mad laughter at the sight.

Straining with all his might, he raised his eyes to look at Robin across from Koslia and shouted, "Young Lad, standing in front of Archmage Koslia, you're already dead man!"

Hacyon looked toward Robin in the freezing wind and shook her head bitterly. "He's still too young and arrogant. How could he possibly challenge the foundation of the Crownward Syndicate?"

"Such theatrics!" Robin sneered amidst the awe of the crowd.

"Koslia, is this all you've got after 70 years? Looks like the Netheris is even more pathetic than I imagined!"

Though the summit stood at 3,000 feet high, Robin and Koslia's exchange was heard loud and clear by all the onlookers below.

"He actually dares to mock Archmage Koslia? What an ignorant fool!"

"I heard he's also at the Empyrean Sanctified Realm.

"But why doesn't he radiate the same terrifying aura as Archmage Koslia?"

Below the summit, the followers murmured in hushed tones, speculating on the outcome of this ultimate showdown.

"Huh?"

Atop the summit, Koslia was instantly enraged by Robin's mockery. A devastating aura burst forth, blanketing the area around Robin.

Yet to his shock, Robin acted as if the crushing force didn't exist.

Koslia's soul-locking power—his Empyrean Sanctar, honed over decades—had no effect on Robin!

He was deeply shaken.

All these years, none of the super martial arts masters had escaped his binding force.

Even the Young Lord Dragon at 20 years ago had nearly fallen at this step.

Koslia could no longer afford to underestimate this young man barely in his twenties.

He gathered the vast energy of the Empyrean Sanctar into his palm, channeling it into his Vowbinder.

The Vowbinder suddenly seemed to come alive and smashed down toward Robin with brutal force.

The centuries-thick snow atop the summit collapsed in an instant!

The mountaintop was flattened into a ten-mile-wide snow pancake by the force of Koslia's blow.

Yet Robin, just 15 feet away, stood tall and unmoved like a javelin.

He raised a single palm to meet the Vowbinder.

Boom! With a thunderous crack, the mixed-element energy carried by the Vowbinder shattered into dust.

Crack! A piercing sound tore through the air as the cloudy sky above split in two.

The golden radiance once shining from the Vowbinder faded instantly.

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