Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 671: Chapter 617: That’s Not How a Brother Should Act...

"The first pair of eyes is a shadow, the latter pair of eyes is the real body!"

The tall, thin elder twisted his body like a hawk, instantly locking onto the second Mask, a sneer forming on his waxy yellow face:

"Mask, you finally couldn’t hold back and revealed yourself."

Mask stood still, lightly dusting off the dirt from his waist and abdomen, his clothes ripped open to faintly reveal pale skin.

There was no anger in his voice, only a faint chuckle:

"If someone wants to kill others, why do they always like to frame me? Shouldn’t I come out to clear things up?"

Mask paused, then sighed:

"Actually, I am quite magnanimous, not bothered by others throwing mud on me. However, when a brother kills his brother and frames someone else, that’s just too much."

The tall elder frowned, his peripheral vision catching another Mask speaking as well:

"I really can’t stand it, because I am also someone’s brother, and I must say — that’s not how a brother should act...."

The tall elder’s cheek twitched, his eyes turning so dark they seemed like they might drip water, and then he erupted in fury:

"You reckless thing, merely a sewer rat rolling in the Lower City’s gutters, unable to see daylight!

Fortuitously lucky enough to lick a bit of leftovers from the Evil Sacrifice’s table, exchanging it for some meager strength....."

His words were fraught with disdain, his heart consumed by anger. He could not tolerate anyone disrespecting his master,

"Daring to bark wildly before us, do you know my master’s identity? You know nothing, yet you dare spout nonsense here?"

Enraged beyond laughter, the tall elder’s violent, fierce aura erupted like a storm centered around him, stirring the dense darkness and pungent stench within the well!

Murderous intent roiled in his heart, his foot stomped, ready to lunge.

His palm pressed forward, advancing in step, one hand reaching for Mask’s face, the other for his chest.

Simultaneously roaring words, each engraved with bone-deep loyalty?!!

"If we choose to frame you, it’s an honor bestowed by our young master, a colossal grace. Otherwise, with a life as worthless as yours, where would you qualify to associate with Young Master Kuangyan?"

In the tall elder’s eyes, the special envoy deserved to die a thousand deaths, but even dead, they were thousands of times nobler than Mask.

Now being able to pin Kuangyan’s murder "honor" onto Mask’s head wasn’t framing, but charity, something Mask’s ancestors couldn’t dream of even in their wildest dreams!

Who would’ve thought that Mask would not only show no gratitude, but dare spew slander, questioning the young master he served?

Truly not understanding his place, an act of utmost rebellion.

Mask stood still, his head tilted slightly to the left, the angle minimal.

Suddenly his chest and shoulders cracked open, white bone spikes protruding fiercely like thorns, instantly intertwining into a white bone thicket.

"Heh heh, rank and order? Don’t you know these words don’t exist in a villain’s dictionary?"

"Clang! Shhh—!"

The tall elder’s full-powered palms slammed down hard.

The fingers of his left hand aiming for the mask were tightly wedged by sharp, intersecting bone spikes, nails scraping against white bone, producing a metallic clanging sound.

The right hand chopped down two protruding ribs, unable to pierce through the layered bone thicket, igniting a cluster of blinding sparks.

A cold voice with metallic quality echoed from behind the white mask:

"Heh heh—, old fool, aren’t you dumb? Our villain’s dictionary never includes rank and order!"

Within the fissures of the sinister bone thicket, Mask’s pupils held spinning Hook Jade, twisting into a blood-colored Kaleidoscope:

"I may not be fully aware of who your master is, but I won’t take long to find out. As for your master, well, he might never know what’s behind my mask in this lifetime!"

"Impudent!"

The tall, thin elder’s arms shook fiercely, a surge of formidable energy burst forth, his wide sleeves billowing in the gale.

"Crack! Crack! Crack—!"

The dense, grating sound of bones shattering burst forth like beans being fried, the bone thicket as hard as iron shattered into fragile porcelain, immediately splintering and disintegrating.

Numerous shattered bone fragments fell like a white rainstorm, crashing towards Mask’s detestable mask.

The tall elder shattered the bone thicket, venomous ridicule seeping from his wrinkles:

"Foolish creature! Facing death and still insolent, you’re Zheng Hang, a low-level gang leader’s son.

You’ve been thoroughly exposed, don’t think the Patrol Office hasn’t figured out your background yet!"

With the bone thicket shattered, the identity was yelled out by the opponent as if it were a verdict.

Yet, the expected panic and loss did not appear.

Behind the white mask, the black and white Hook Jade in those evil pupils continued spinning steadily, flickering with eerie light, without any ripple.

As if the name shouted by the tall elder was merely insignificant.

"It’s you who’s foolish!"

Mask sighed lightly, his hand casting a soft gesture, instantly condensing the surrounding air into a gel-like mass, enveloping and seizing the incoming bone fragments within his palm.

During the sigh, the bone fragments fully merged into his palm.

He recycled his own bones!

The hint in his words was practically a clear warning. Not comprehending even that, wasn’t it a level of foolishness beyond any remedy?

Mask stepped half aside, his body slid backwards like a ghost.

In the same instant, a "Mask" identical in stature, posture, and even that chillingly dangerous aura emerged as if printed from void, perfectly replacing where he previously stood.