The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Jacob leaped into the woods and punched an older man surging with murderous energy, making him explode instantly. Then, he pointed and flicked his fingers, striking down two sword-wielding middle-aged men.

Silence followed. Jacob saw the two middle-aged men turn deadly still before snatching a long blood-red sword from one of them.

The long sword was about two feet three inches long and covered in blood-colored cloud patterns. Its hilt was made of white bones, and the blade could capture souls. Furthermore, the long sword emitted a pungent stench of blood.

"Hmph, using an evil weapon will only dirty one's hands." Jacob's eyes turned cold as he tossed the long sword.

The long sword looked like a thin red line as it flew in the air. It pierced through two large trees and nailed a young man's forehead to a tree.

Jacob observed the dead young man for a while and saw that he remained lifeless. Thus, Jacob nodded secretly. It seems not every follower of the Cruor Sect has the ability to revive themselves from the dead.

Then, Jacob looked down from the sky at the valley where a bluestone temple stood in the center. He could hear the sounds of fighting and screams everywhere.

Meanwhile, clouds floated in the sky, and mists surrounded the valley, oblivious to the rising murderous energy.

Jacob had memorized the terrain of the valley before coming here. Therefore, he moved according to his memory to the center of the valley where the Cruor Temple containing the Cruor Sect's foremost altar was located.

Inside the Cruor Temple, Son of Cruor, the head of the Cruor Sect, stood under a blood red and hideous statue of seven meters high and shouted, "Where are the Protector Elders?"

Turbulent winds rolled, and six men in red robes and bloody eyes appeared from thin air.

"Why are there only the six of you? Where are the four other Protector Elders?" The bloody cloud behind the Son of Cruor doubled its size.

After pausing for a moment, his eyes flashed with a bloody glare. "You have thirty minutes. Wipe out all the enemies!"

The six Protector Elders bowed and replied, "Understood!"

Then, six waves of wind blew as the Protector Elders disappeared, leaving the Son of Cruor alone in the Cruor Temple.

Although the Son of Cruor looked to be in his late thirties to early forties, in reality, he was seventy-two years old. He looked up at the gigantic statue and frowned silently.

Later, urgent footsteps sounded outside the hall. Soon, a panicking figure rushed in and shouted, "Master, it is bad! The Protector Elders are all dead! The… The enemies are heading this way!"

The Son of Cruor turned around. At the same time, the bloody cloud behind his head contracted as he said, "What did you say?"

Sanguis Nubes was the foremost follower among the younger generations. He was expected to become the fourteenth leader of the Cruor Sect in a few more decades. At this moment, he kneeled on the cold floor with a panicked expression. "Master, all the Protector Elders are dead. The enemy is too powerful. We… We can't fight them!"