My Celestial Ascension-Chapter 688 Aisha Attacks The Villa

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King Richard glanced at Aisha with an amused smirk. "It seems the criminals inside the villa trust these fools to handle the situation. Not a single one has shown themselves yet… Quite amusing, don't you think?"

Aisha nodded, her gaze fixed on the massive villa before them. A wicked grin spread across her face. "Indeed… They're so full of themselves that they fail to see the danger closing in."

After a brief moment of thought, she turned to Emperor Philip. "Your Highness, do you plan to restore this villa, or will you rebuild the entire district from scratch?"

Philip furrowed his brows, puzzled. "Why do you ask, Lady Aisha?"

Then, as his gaze settled on the villa, realization dawned in his eyes.

"Although the front of the villa appears intact, the back is in terrible condition. One of the floors even collapsed during the mysterious phenomenon a few months ago," he explained.

Aisha's grin widened. "I see… In that case, I won't waste time. I'll deal with those pesky rats however I please. I'll destroy the villa in a single strike, forcing them out!"

She stepped forward, gripping her sword tightly.

Philip's expression darkened. "Do whatever it takes, Lady Aisha. I don't care about the damage—I just want them dead."

"Since you put it that way, I won't hold back." Aisha's smile sharpened as she lifted her sword, her eyes locking onto the villa's center. The air around her crackled with power—she was moments away from unleashing an attack that would reduce the entire structure to rubble.

Meanwhile, inside the villa, five figures sat around a round table, their faces concealed beneath long hoods. Each of them wore a mask emblazoned with the symbol of a golden skull.

A low, concerned voice broke the silence. "What's that commotion outside? Did someone find us?"

Another figure gave a slow nod.

"Yes. It seems the emperor has somehow discovered our location and has come to eliminate us." He scoffed. "But there's no need to worry. A mere emperor and his lapdogs are hardly enough to make us tremble."

"Indeed. Compared to our people, they're weak. They don't have what it takes to take our men down. We should focus on acquiring that mythical weapon." Another masked figure chuckled, his voice laced with amusement.

"Otherwise, Mr. Black will have our heads… or worse, slice us in two." One of them added grimly, a shudder running through him at the mere thought of Mr. Black's wrath.

"Once we're done here, we leave immediately. Staying any longer will attract too many big shots, and that's the last thing we need," another said, his tone sharp and serious.

The Golden Skull organization had enemies all across the continent—some even beyond it. After the commotion they caused at the auction, it was only a matter of time before powerful figures and bounty hunters started closing in. They weren't in a position to fight them all and still escape with the stolen weapon. The auction house now had the highest level of security, monitoring every inch of the surrounding area.

"We have no choice but to succeed. If we return empty-handed…" the speaker hesitated, his voice dropping. "We all know what will happen."

The others nodded in agreement. Though their opinions on the situation varied, the mission was too important. Failure wasn't an option.

Suddenly, one of them stiffened. A sharp chill ran down his spine, and every hair on his body stood on end. His instincts screamed at him—an overwhelming sense of danger unlike anything he had felt before.

"EVERYONE, GET DOWN!" he roared, his eyes wide with terror. Without hesitation, the others reacted, surrounding themselves with protective layers of condensed mana.

A powerful voice rang through the air.

"Blank Clan's Sword Technique, Second Form: Devastating Sword of the Wind!"

BOOM!

A deafening explosion shattered the silence. A massive shockwave tore through the villa, and in an instant, sixty percent of the structure was obliterated.

Emperor Philip and the others stood frozen, eyes wide with shock as the dust settled. The once-mighty villa was now half-destroyed—reduced to rubble by Aisha's devastating attack.

'T-This… this destructive power… As expected of the daughter of the Blank Clan. She's as powerful as the rumors say. This will be our victory!' Emperor Philip thought, his eyes wide with astonishment as he watched Aisha.

"Did she… take them down? Are they dead?" Daniel's voice trembled with disbelief, his legs shaking from the sheer shock of what he had just witnessed.

"I-I don't think so, Prince Daniel…" Tristan stammered, his face pale. "I can still sense them… There are five of them, and their mana—it's growing stronger!"

"What?! They're still alive after that?!" Daniel gasped, his eyes darting toward the rubble. "That's impossible!"

Suddenly, the ground trembled violently. A surge of mana erupted from beneath the ruins, sending debris flying into the air. The rubble lifted slowly, as if an invisible force was pushing it away. The sheer pressure of the energy made the air thick, and everyone instinctively tensed.

"I can't believe they survived that…" King Richard muttered, his expression darkening. "They're strong."

Aisha, however, remained unfazed. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Should I be impressed that you worms managed to survive my attack?" she mused, her voice laced with amusement. "Or should I just strike again and end you once and for all?"

As she spoke, an overwhelming surge of mana erupted from her body, distorting the air around her. The ground cracked beneath her feet as the pressure intensified.

"Ah, Lady Aisha of the Blank Clan… What a surprise to see you siding with Emperor Philip and that insignificant king of the Windfall Kingdom. I never thought you'd lower yourself to such a level."

A voice, dripping with arrogance, echoed through the battlefield. The air crackled with electricity as bolts of thunder sparked within the rubble, sending shivers down the spines of the Magic Knights.

Bang!

A powerful surge of thunder erupted, hurling debris in all directions. As the dust settled, five masked figures emerged from the ruins, their presence exuding raw power.

Aisha's lips curled into an amused smirk. "Oh? So you know me… In that case, I assume you also remember where we stand."

Her golden eyes gleamed with confidence, utterly unshaken by their display of power.

One of the masked individuals chuckled, lightning flickering around his clenched fists. "Of course. Who wouldn't know the infamous Princess of the Blank Clan? Those who don't must be out of their minds."

Aisha let out a soft laugh. "I see… So my reputation precedes me. How flattering."

Her fingers tightened around her sword's hilt, and instantly, the air around her grew chillingly cold.

One of the masked figures narrowed his eyes. "So… are you here to wipe us out, Lady Aisha?"

"What do you think?" Aisha's grin widened, her aura pulsing with overwhelming mana.

The masked figures let out a dark chuckle, their hands crackling with power. "I see… That was obvious, wasn't it? In that case—prepare to die!"

Without another word, the five of them lunged at her, their intent clear. Aisha was their primary target—they knew she was the biggest threat.

"Attack! Leave none alive! Kill every last one of them!" Emperor Philip roared, raising his sword high as golden lightning enveloped the blade.

"Hahaha! Let's go! Let's wipe them out!"

The battlefield erupted into chaos as Magic Knights surged forward, clashing against the enemy. Many of the masked figures who had barely survived Aisha's attack struggled to rise from the rubble, their bodies battered and broken.

"You useless fools! Get up and fight!" One of the five leaders barked, his voice filled with fury.

The injured members of the Golden Skull organization staggered to their feet, bloodied but determined.

"W-We understand! Leave them to us!"

Shadows flickered across the battlefield as figures cloaked in a dark, sinister aura emerged before the Magic Knights. Their presence alone sent a wave of dread through the knights, their magic radiating an overwhelming pressure that made even the bravest hesitate.

Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew as Aisha and the five masked individuals clashed in a flurry of strikes, their blades colliding at speeds too fast for the eye to follow. Dust swirled around them, each movement a blur of raw power and lethal precision.

Daniel and Tristan strained their eyes, using magic to enhance their vision, but it was futile. They could only glimpse flashes of steel and bursts of mana as the battle raged.

"Unbelievable… To think you can handle five of us at once. Impressive!" One of the masked figures sneered, his lips twisting into a sadistic grin as he launched another relentless assault.

Aisha effortlessly parried his attack, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." She grinned, a dangerous glint flashing across her face. "I was just playing with you. But now? I'm done playing."

A surge of mana erupted around her as she activated her enhancement magic. Her body radiated an intense glow, her sword humming with newfound strength.

Boom!

In an instant, her speed doubled. The masked individuals barely had time to react before she reappeared in front of them, her blade already swinging.

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"Shit! She's too fast!" One of them cursed, his eyes wide with alarm.

"This is bad! We have to kill her now—before it's too late!" another barked, his grip tightening around his dagger as he lunged at Aisha.

But she was faster.

With a single fluid motion, she sidestepped his attack and slashed her sword in a wide arc.

Sching!

A head rolled to the ground. Blood sprayed into the air as the lifeless body collapsed.

The remaining four froze, their eyes filled with pure terror.

They had underestimated her.

And now, they would pay the price.