"I told you, didn't I?" Kane's cold, murderous voice sent chills up their spine. "You're going nowhere."
WHOOSH!
In the blink of an eye, he had already reached his next victim.
SPLAT!
In a swift maneuver, he decapitated them, moving on to his other victims one after another.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!!!
In less than a second, twenty-six Martial Masters died.
"Monster…!" the Sekigaharan Master's eyes grew grave.
Kane surged to him as his daggers shot forward to kill him.
And then, he froze.
He froze.
He froze as a horrifying bloodlust swept over him.
RUMBLE!
He froze as the heaven and earth themselves contorted under the weight of nine Martial Sages.
Nine enemy Martial Sages.
Raw terror filled his eyes as the wrath of the Martial Sages of the Sekigahara Confederate converged upon him while the lone surviving Master of the Master-level force leaped away to his superiors with desperate relief.
"How dare you?"
Gone was the composed nonchalance of the Sage Shinken.
