A heavy soul pressure washed over the ten Inferno Sect disciples, and they were all forced to the ground.

"W-what?"

The leading disciple, Marc, had no choice but to unleash his spiritual pressure to resist the oppressive weight of Seraph’s soul.

"Argh."

He groaned as he stood up, then glared at Seraph.

"So you’re a core court disciple? Hmph! I’ll let you know that I’m also in the core court of my sect, and my elder brother is already a King Stage cultivator. Very soon, he’ll become an elder. Don’t you dare try anything with me."

Seraph yawned and looked at him. "Still talking loudly? I said keep your knees on the ground."

The soul pressure suddenly intensified, pushing Marc back to his knees.

"You bastard!"

He shouted in fury as he felt his bones pop and shift from the invisible weight. It was agonizing, and it felt like he would soon be crushed.

’Wait. The others—?’

Enduring the pain in his neck, he turned around to look at his team. They were all flat on the ground, unable to lift a muscle or even do a thing.

"You! Stop this nonsense now! Else, I’ll actually report you to my big brother and he’ll come after you. He’ll raze your sect to the ground if you don’t yield now."

Behind Seraph, Sylvia chuckled. "Raze the sect to the ground?"

She walked forward, her face dark and solemn. "Do you think you can do that?

Marc didn’t answer, but one of the other disciple answered in a stubborn tone. "Hmph! You... wretches. Once we return to the sect, we’re... going to report you all to the elders."

Seraph turned to the girl, then suddenly appeared before her.

He released his soul pressure on her, then lifted her by the throat.

"You scumbag! Release me!"

Marc also cried out. "Junior Sister Mira!"

Seraph smiled. "Mira, right? You have guts. I like that."

Crack!

He snapped her neck, then dropped her body to the ground.

Both sides were shocked. The Inferno Sect disciples hadn’t expected him to actually kill any of them.

"You-!"

Two disciples lunged at him the moment they felt the soul pressure disappear, but Seraph easily caught them.

Crackk!

The two disciples dropped to the ground, heads twisted in odd angles, and completely lifeless.

"You..."

Marc spat a mouthful of blood, his eyes red with rage.

The Soul Cross Sect disciples were all silent, staring at the merciless Seraph with strange gazes.

They didn’t know how to feel, as they had never seen him act like that, so it was completely strange for them all.

’Big Brother looks scary...’

Ariana thought as she grabbed Tamar’s sleeves tightly. Dera’s lips kept twitching, and Sylvia remained expressionless.

Though, one could tell from the way her fists clenched, that she was nervous.

Fellin could no longer look, turning his back to the scene. He wasn’t born for such cruelty.

Only Sera’s reaction was slightly abnormal. Her eyes were clouded, and her breathing was somewhat erratic.

’A panic attack?’

Seraph was curious, but he soon ignored her. He released his soul pressure on Sam and turned to him.

"Don’t you have something you need to do?"

The young man immediately got up and kowtowed to Sylvia.

"My goddess! Please have mercy on this lowly one! I have made a grave mistake and dared to target you in the past. Please, forgive me. Please!"

As he begged, he continued to hit his head on the floor until his forehead split and blood started oozing out.

"Enough."

Sylvia’s voice made him freeze, but he didn’t dare look at her expression. He could only wait and listen.

"I’ll leave the decision to Seraph."

Sam trembled, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.

"I’m doomed..."

Seraph slowly walked up to him and said. "I spared you a first time. I’m afraid I can’t do that a second time."

Crack!

The fourth Inferno Sect disciple fell to the ground, lifeless.

By now, the remaining disciples were overcome with fear, and even Marc felt his anger recede at the face of death.

"You... let us go. I’ll never mention anything about this to any of our elders. I’ll just say these ones died at the hands of spirit beasts."

"Oh?"

Seraph was intrigued, turning back to look at the kneeling disciple.

"You’re smart." He smiled faintly, "But do you think I’ll believe your word?"

Marc’s face darkened. "You have to. It’s the only solution for us now."

"Only?" Seraph tilted his head, amused. "You know, this guy..."

He kicked Sam’s corpse. "... always made me hate your sect. And seeing how arrogant you guys are, I suddenly want to see you all perish."

Marc’s eyes widened. "You... thinking of killing is? You’re insane..."

Seraph smiled and took a step forward. Then, he paused.

’Ariana seems scared of me now. That’s sad.’

He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I will let you go." He said calmly, "However, I’ll have to give you a few poison pills to ensure you don’t say a word. For at least two months.".

Everyone was shocked, as they actually didn’t expect him to agree.

"This... good. Fine. We’ll take the pills."

Marv said through gritted teeth, then felt the pressure on his shoulders disappear.

He was hit with the urge to lay flat on the ground and pant in exhaustion, but he couldn’t.

He forced himself to his feet, just like the remaining five disciples remaining.

"Here."

Seraph passed a black pill that exuded an ominous energy to Marc, then watched as he swallowed it.

The same happened for the other disciples. They were all left with no choice but to swallow it.

After confirmed that they had all done that, Seraph stepped back, his face completely devoid of any expression or emotion.

"Now, scram before I change my mind."

The disciples glanced at each other then immediately rushed away from the scene.

Seraph watched them disappear, then lowered his head. He didn’t turn around, as he was afraid of what expression the others were currently having.

’Haa... unlike me, who’s actually very old, they’re just youths, aren’t they? I must be a kind of devil in their eyes, right now.’

At least that was what he thought until he heard a soft whisper.

"Seraph is so cool..."