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Chapter 1269: Chapter 1269 Remote
A heavy, suffocating atmosphere lingered over Falling Leaf Town. The earlier peace had been completely shattered.
What remained was a tense silence, the kind that followed the arrival of something far beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
No one in the town fully understood who these soldiers were or what authority they truly represented. But the moment the cavalry appeared and spoke of war conscription, fear had already taken root.
It was not just fear of soldiers. It was fear of power. Soon, the leader of the cavalry stepped forward once more.
He sat tall upon his armored warhorse, gaze sweeping across the trembling crowd.
His voice was cold and carried an unquestionable authority, infused faintly with spiritual energy so that every word echoed clearly through the town.
“My King Ji Canghai is currently engaged in a grand war against the barbarian tribes beyond the northern border,” he declared.
“The royal decree is absolute. All males aged eight and above are to be conscripted into military service immediately.”
He paused briefly, letting the weight of his words settle into the hearts of the townspeople.
“This is not a request. It is an order.”
A faint killing intent leaked from his body, subtle but unmistakable. It pressed down on the weaker villagers like a mountain.
“And remember,” he added coldly, “anyone who resists will be executed on the spot. There will be no exceptions.”
For a moment, the entire town fell into dead silence. Then panic broke out.
“No… no, please!”
“They can’t take our children!”
Mothers clutched their sons tightly, fathers stepped forward and then hesitated, their fists trembling but their courage failing them under the overwhelming pressure of cultivation.
The soldiers did not move. They only watched. As though waiting for resistance so they could justify slaughter. A woman suddenly stepped forward from the crowd.
Her voice was shaking, but it carried raw desperation.
“This war is not ours! We didn’t do anything wrong! Don’t take our boys!” Her words echoed through the street. For a brief moment, something like hope flickered in the eyes of the villagers.
But that hope was immediately shattered.
Whoosh!
An arrow tore through the air with terrifying speed. It was aimed directly at her heart. An example meant to crush any thought of rebellion.
Many people closed their eyes, unable to watch what was about to happen. Some children cried out. Some men turned their heads away.
But… Nothing happened. Confused whispers began to spread. Slowly, the woman opened her eyes. She expected pain. She expected death. Instead, she saw a figure standing in front of her.
Ross Oakley.
The arrow had stopped between his fingers as though time itself had been halted.
He examined it calmly for a brief moment before casually twisting his wrist and tossing it aside, where it embedded itself harmlessly into the wooden wall of a nearby building.
Not a single drop of blood had been spilled. The entire street froze.
Ross’s expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as if the incident had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
“Normally, I wouldn’t bother interfering,” he said evenly, his voice carrying clearly through the silent street. “But I don’t want my children watching something as meaningless as this.”
His gaze shifted slightly toward the frightened crowd behind him… his family, his people.
A brief silence followed. Then he turned his head slightly.
“Brandon.”
“Yes, boss,” Brandon replied instantly. There was no hesitation in his tone. Only obedience. Ross nodded once.
“Take them out. Quietly.” The words were simple. Almost casual. But the moment they were spoken, the air itself seemed to change.
Brandon disappeared. Not stepped away. Not moved. Vanished. A fraction of a second later…
BOOM!
A terrifying surge of force erupted across the entire street. The world seemed to shake.
The hundred cavalry soldiers barely had time to react. Their expressions twisted from arrogance to shock in an instant as an overwhelming pressure descended upon them like the hand of a god.
Swords were drawn but too slowly. Spiritual energy flared but too weak. The formation they had relied on collapsed before it could even stabilize.
When the dust settled, the entire cavalry unit was gone. Not a single horse remained. Not a single weapon.
Only a massive, uneven crater stretched across the ground where they had once stood, as if reality itself had been violently scraped clean. The wind slowly drifted through the empty street.
The villagers stared in stunned disbelief. No one spoke. No one dared to. A moment ago, they had been on the verge of witnessing a massacre. Now, there was nothing.
Servant Lin swallowed hard, his hands slightly trembling as he looked at the scene. Even he, someone who had served under the Bone Emperor, could not fully comprehend what had just happened.
Brandon returned moments later, appearing as though nothing had occurred. He stood quietly behind Ross and gave a small nod.
“All dealt with.” Ross did not even turn around.
“Good.”
That was all he said. The villagers slowly began to realize something terrifying. The danger had not been stopped by negotiation. It had been erased. Effortlessly. As if it had never mattered in the first place.
And in that moment, Falling Leaf Town understood something it would never forget again. They were no longer just hosting strangers.
They were living beside something far more dangerous than anything they had ever encountered. It was then that Servant Lin noticed something unsettling.
It was not only Ross Oakley who was terrifying in this place… Brandon was just as much of a monster, if not more.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the aftermath of the brief, one-sided slaughter.
Strange… There was no trace of spiritual essence coming from either of them. Not the faintest fluctuation. Not the slightest ripple of cultivated energy. And yet the result before him was undeniable.
A hundred elite soldiers had been erased in an instant, as though they had never existed.
Servant Lin’s thoughts churned quietly.
What kind of cultivation technique is this?
Or… is it even cultivation at all?