顶开OMEGA腔道成结

"Hey you two shitheads, who the fuck are you? Do you think this is a place that you can enter just as you please while hiding your identity? You better leave now before we beat the shit out of you." The guard with a scar on his forehead stepped forward and pointed his finger at the figures, threatening them.

His voice was gruff and menacing, his tone implying that he would be more than happy to carry out his threat.

"Big brother, look at how weak these bastards bodies are. They are definitely here to beg for help while hiding their faces. They should have known better than to come to the Black Spiders\' turf and disrespect us. We should teach them a lesson." A younger-looking man beside the scarred man said as he cracked his knuckles and gave a wicked smile.

Both of them had already started to circulate their Spirit Essence in their Dantian and readied themselves to fight. They looked eager for action, itching to take out their aggression on the poor fools before them.

"Indeed, let\'s show them how we treat unwanted guests." The scarred man sneered at them as they slowly moved forward, closing the distance between themselves and their targets.

However, the two of them didn\'t seem to be intimidated by the guards at all. Instead, one of the figures looked towards the other person, gesturing at the other one to do something.

The other figure nodded and stepped forward, raising his arm and pointing at the guards.

Suddenly, a sinister aura started to emanate from the figure\'s body. It was a dark and oppressive energy that made the hair on the back of the guards\' necks stand up. It felt as though something was crawling all over their bodies, and it caused shivers to run down their spines.

The figure then pointed at the guards, and a black bolt of lightning shot out from their finger, striking them in the chest. It hit them with such devastating force that they were instantly turned into ashes.

It was a scene that made the remaining guards in the area gasp in horror. Their bodies trembled with fear, and their eyes widened in disbelief. They could not comprehend what had just happened.

In just one strike, the figure had obliterated their comrades. It was clear that they were dealing with a terrifyingly powerful foe.

The guards backed away, unsure of what to do next. They exchanged worried looks, and they looked terrified.

The figure lowered his arm, and the dark aura faded away. He then turned to face the rest of the guards who had gathered nearby, looking at them with cold eyes. He pointed at them, and a black bolt of lightning shot out from his finger again.

This time, however, the bolt of lightning was much larger and had a much wider range. It struck the group of guards, burning them at a much slower rate. The air was soon filled with the smell of charred flesh and burned hair, and the screams of agony echoed throughout the front gate area.

At that moment, the doors to the mansion opened, and a group of thugs led by Vince came out. But Vince stopped in his tracks the moment he saw the massacre in front of him.

Vince stared at the carnage in shock as his men looked on in disbelief. Their eyes widened as they took in the sight before them, their jaws dropping in unison. The air was heavy with tension, and silence fell upon everyone as Vince took in what was happening in front of him.

Slowly, the other mysterious person started walking towards Vince. The figure moved forward with confident steps and without caring about the guards that were burned.

The figure soon stood in front of Vince, his face still hidden by the shadows of his cloak. He exuded an aura of power and confidence that made it hard for others to meet his gaze.

Vince regained his composure and, without hesitation, kneeled down in front of the mysterious figure. He was trembling in fear, and there was a hint of desperation in his voice when he spoke. "Master, why did you come personally?"

The figure just stood there without saying anything for a while, as if contemplating something. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed Vince\'s head with his fingers. "Do you think I have the leisure time to come to this kind of place myself?"

Vince shivered at the figure\'s words and couldn\'t utter a sound.

"It is all because you\'re useless!" The figure then spoke in a cold and calm tone as he gripped Vince\'s head even tighter.

Vince felt an immense pressure bearing down on his mind and body. It was as if a mountain had been placed on top of his head, and it threatened to crush him completely. His vision started to blur, and his breathing became labored. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with panic and despair.

The figure then suddenly released Vince\'s head.

"B-but Master... I don\'t know what I did wrong..." Vince stuttered and coughed as he struggled to catch his breath. He rubbed his head where the figure had touched him, trying to soothe the pain away. "Master...I mean no disrespect, but I\'m not sure what you mean..."

The figure then pointed to the guards that were burned at the entrance of the mansion. "Is it not obvious? You cannot even control this small gang of thugs. You are supposed to be the leader of the Black Spiders Gang, but your inability to keep things under control shows how worthless you are! How can I leave such a pathetic and weak individual to handle a task that was important to me?"