The sheer power Qin Yi displayed left everyone present in utter shock.
Wherever his gaze fell, raindrops instantly transformed into a storm of swords, decapitating the charging Imperial soldiers in the blink of an eye.
The metallic tang of blood permeated the streets, washed away by the rain, forming a crimson rivulet.
It was a chilling sight, one that sent shivers down spines and made the blood run cold.
Qin Xiyao even witnessed Experts wielding Imperial Arms among those slain by a single strike. Under Qin Yi's piercing gaze, they couldn't withstand even a single attack.
Ahead, Qin Yi strode forward, leaving a trail where no rain could fall and no foreign matter could penetrate, a forbidden zone of his making.
"Our King... he!" Nine-Tails trembled.
It realized that the young ruler it had once known had, by this moment, attained a cultivation realm beyond mortal comprehension, a level it could no longer fathom.
Qin Yi's pace appeared slow, yet each stride carried him thirty meters forward, rapidly widening the distance between himself and the trio.
"Quick, Your Highness! Keep up!"
Nine-Tails gave a warning, hoisted Qin Xiyao onto his back, and chased after Qin Yi. Tatsumi reacted at the same moment, sprinting forward to join the pursuit.
As they pursued Qin Yi, the sight that met their eyes made them gasp in horror.
Corpses lay strewn across the ground and rooftops, their eyes wide with terror, limbs twisted and plastered in grotesque positions. Not a single living soul could be found along their path.
"He really killed them all!"
"In just an instant!"
Tatsumi swallowed hard, his heart pounding with terror.
Approximately 1,500 meters away in a narrow alleyway, Kuro stood calmly, dual blades held steady in her hands.
As an assassin, she was accustomed to killing and being killed. No matter the situation, her expression remained unchanged.
Though the BOSS had never explicitly stated it, everyone in the organization understood Qin Xiyao's importance. The crimson fox, who had once displayed terrifying explosive power, had already revealed everything when it addressed her as "Your Highness" and "Princess."
This older sister, who appeared to be slightly older than herself, was likely a noble from some Kingdom.
In this rigidly hierarchical world, coupled with Qin Xiyao's consistent strategizing, unwavering dedication, and immense sacrifices for the organization, her true status was clear to all. One could say that she ranked just below the BOSS himself.
These two were Admirals of Night Raid. While any other member could be lost, these two were indispensable. Even if disaster struck, it must be delayed until the very end.
"I just hope the Brother you mentioned, Xiyao, can arrive soon."
"To end this war."
Akame gripped her sword with both hands, facing the converging soldiers. Her cheeks were smeared with blood, and her body was riddled with wounds.
Around her, corpses lay sprawled on the ground, their blood pooling into crimson streams.
In a short time, she had already clashed with dozens of enemies. But her dwindling stamina and mounting injuries were pushing her to her limits.
"Charge! We'll bury her under a mountain of bodies!"
"These traitors to the Empire must all be slaughtered, not a single one left alive!"
A towering, armored general roared his orders.
In an instant, dozens more soldiers charged forward, bellowing war cries.
Akame could see the terror and high-pressure madness in the soldiers' eyes. She exhaled softly, ready to charge forward and draw her sword.
But just then, her vision blurred, and a pitch-black darkness enveloped her, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
"She's wounded! She won't last long! Kill her!" the armored commander roared, his keen eyes having detected her weakness.
The soldiers surged forward with renewed frenzy, howling as they charged.
'Is this where it ends?'
'How utterly frustrating!'
Akame's vision swam. Excessive blood loss and the earlier strenuous battle had pushed her to her limits; her body was on the verge of collapse.
'I really wanted to see the perfect world Sister Xiyao described!'
'But... I'm sorry!'
Her body went limp, and she slowly began to collapse.
Drip!
Blood splattered, forming delicate plum blossom patterns on the ground. As she fell, the blade wounds on her back and abdomen were exposed.
Suddenly, Akame's eyes snapped into focus. Her descent halted mid-air, and she felt no pain from landing.
Even the rain above seemed to have cleared.
"What a resilient girl!"
A clear, gentle voice echoed softly as Akame was gradually righted.
"I am deeply grateful for your sacrifice in saving my sister."
The voice came again. Akame opened her eyes and saw a young man's face.
His features bore a striking resemblance to her sister Xiyao's, his gentle demeanor tinged with the regal authority of a king.
In that single glance, she recognized his extraordinary presence. His brow seemed to bristle with power, like a divine dragon soaring through the heavens, both domineering and aloof.
"Leave the rest to me now."
Bending down, the young man reached for the Imperial Arm Murasame, which had fallen to the ground.
"Be careful with that blade!"
Before she could finish, the young man interrupted her, gripping the hilt firmly.
"It's been a while since I wielded a blade. Let me have some fun!"
In the next instant, the longsword's blade pointed forward, and a pure, icy intent and killing intent erupted from the young man's eyes.
Akame froze, sensing a Sword Technique aura emanating from him that far surpassed her own.
In a daze, Qin Xiyao's casual words from their past conversations echoed faintly in Akame's mind.
"I have a brother whose strength and wisdom I deeply admire."
"The reason I ventured out into the world was to chase after him!"
"But even though I've left, I still feel like he's drifting further away. I can only ever see his back."
Akame blinked, and the young man before her had already taken a step forward.
Whoosh!
The Murasame blade slashed through the air, cleaving the rain in two. With a single strike, he instantly slaughtered four charging soldiers, who didn't even see where the blade came from.
"Such a fast blade!"
Akame's pupils contracted, her heart racing with shock.
The strike was like lightning, leaving no time to react. Even more terrifying was the young man's casual expression and effortless movements.
He strode forward step by step, passing by the charging soldiers, his longsword flashing. Not a single soldier could withstand a single strike, leaving only a trail of corpses in his wake.
"This Blade Technique... it's practically reached the Cultivation Realm of the Gods!"
Akame was awestruck.
She finally understood what Qin Xiyao meant by the ever-receding figure, and why she had declared that their victory was assured as soon as her brother arrived.
Such an Expert could even give Esdeath a run for her money!
In just a few breaths, not a single soldier remained alive before the young man; corpses littered the ground around him.
The scene was terrifying. The opposing army gasped in disbelief.
"Keep your distance and fire!"
"He can't reach us!"
The armored general, his voice trembling, roared hoarsely.
Instantly, the soldiers nocked their arrows, the creak of bows drawing taut filling the air.
At that moment, they saw the young man with the blade slowly raise his right hand, pointing the blade's edge directly at them.
"As expected, the sensation of slicing through flesh remains the most satisfying way to vent my anger."
"But who said distance would protect you from my blade?"
Suddenly, the soldiers watched in shock as a starlike radiance rapidly coalesced at the tip of the blade, its light dazzling and otherworldly.
Swish!
A moment later, an intensely brilliant beam of light erupted from the blade's tip, hurtling straight toward them.
"What is that?!"
(End Of This Chapter)
You can read ahead up to 15 chapters on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/darkshadow6395