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Chapter 914: Chapter 75: Words cut like knives and swords, killing without drawing blood!

Chapter 914: Chapter 75: Words cut like knives and swords, killing without drawing blood!

Stones flew about, and the ground cracked open.

The earth trembled beneath them.

None of the “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families could maintain their pride at this moment.

Panic was written all over their faces.

They looked at their Leader.

And behind the Leader, slowly emerging from underneath the ground… an altar.

Yes!

Completely built from white jade, the structure was round with stairs leading up to a platform.

As the platform appeared, every one of the “Fathers” from the Hundred Major Families could see the intricate Dufol Language inscribed upon it.

The complex Dufol Language formed an indecipherable “ritual.”

Parts of its meaning, however, were understood by everyone.

"Sacrifice”!

Almost subconsciously, these “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families turned their gazes towards Cook’s body on the ground.

For betrayal!

Everyone hates it!

No one will tolerate a traitor!

The “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families were no exception.

But they all clearly remembered what their Leader had said before.

"Become the offering!”

"This is your true purpose!”

Cook was to be the offering.

Once sacrificed, something terrible was bound to happen!

Upon deducing this, several of the “Fathers” from the Hundred Major Families stealthily drew closer.

"Hahaha!”

"You all are still so hypocritical!”

"Trying to test the waters?”

"Or… trying to prevent it?”

The Leader, with bloodstained hands, laughed uproariously at the scene.

Then, suddenly, the laughter ceased, and he looked somberly at the surrounding “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families.

"Too late, unfortunately!”

He spoke in a suddenly heightened pitch.

"Offering up the life I’ve delivered, heal my wounds!”

Buzz!

Following the loud proclamation, the white jade altar lit up.

Consequently, the scorched ground of the pit also lit up.

The radiance of the white jade altar was dazzling.

The radiance from the scorched ground, on the other hand, was faint.

Yet it was this faint light that caused the faces of all the “Fathers” from the Hundred Major Families present to change dramatically.

They could sense the flow of an unusual strength distinctly.

"Is the whole bottom of this pit within the altar’s range?”

This they pondered.

Cook’s body vanished within the faint glow.

Meanwhile, the Leader’s own body glittered with light.

A breath later, the Leader reappeared.

He appeared no different than before.

But his expression was entirely different!

It was one of confidence!

The kind of confidence that regarded everyone present as insignificant!

"Despite a little mishap, the end result remains unchanged—welcome to my ‘trap’.”

The Leader clenched his fist lightly, speaking indifferently.

As his voice fell, the Leader disappeared.

"Be careful!”

The surrounding “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families shouted in unison.

But it was futile.

The head of one of them was simply plucked off.

The only thing everyone noticed was a shadow flashing by, and then one of them was headless.

Blood sprayed from the headless body, which then knelt to the ground.

The Leader held the head in his hand before casually tossing it to the ground.

"The life I have offered up in sacrifice, empowers me!”

The Leader spoke thus.

No sooner had he finished than everyone felt his aura strengthen.

Such empowerment was unmistakable!

This!

The “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families exchanged glances.

Just like that, he grew stronger?

Having reached their levels, a mere fraction of strength required decades as its threshold, not merely time but also absolute effort and a bit of luck.

Therefore, every fraction of strength gained was exciting, a surprise.

Yet, the strength of their Leader before them was achieved in a mere breath.

Huffing and puffing!

Many of the “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families began to breathe more rapidly.

A similar thought arose in their minds—

Can I use this “altar”?

"Do not be deceived by his words!”

"This is all part of his scheme!”

Standing on the edge of the pit, Hera shouted loudly.

His voice traveled from high to low until it reached the bottom of the pit.

These “Fathers” of the Hundred Major Families naturally heard it.

Hesitation flickered in their eyes.

Their Leader heard it too.

This ordinary-looking Leader looked up.

"I never expected the inheritor of the Hera Family to be so ‘naive’!”

"Why not finish what you were saying?”

"You should tell them, I’m inducing them into killing each other, why didn’t you finish?”

"Is it because you’re worried that tearing off the last shred of dignity will make the situation irretrievable!”

"Because

"You know, I’m telling the truth.”

Their Leader laughed while staring at Hera.

From the pit’s top to the bottom, a distance unfathomable to ordinary people, but for these powerful beings, it seemed right before their eyes.

Their Leader could clearly see the concern on Hera’s face.

Hera could also see the smugness on the Leader’s face.

Is it true?

Or false?

Hera truly couldn’t tell.

Her “intuition” had no response.

But one thing she was sure of—their Leader before her, the “bystander” hidden in history, harbored malintent.