Chapter 298: Mass [2]

The heavy wooden doors of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion slammed shut with a dull, echoing thud, sealing Tony Clark inside a world of dense, silver-tinted primordial mist. The midnight hours had officially arrived, and the entire inner campus of the Black Fire Academy fell into a deep, suffocating stillness.

Tony sat cross-legged right in the center of his luxurious jade bed, his posture radiating the cold, unyielding aura of a true supreme villain. Spreading the five hundred sheets of plundered Premium Silk Bamboo Paper across the smooth mahogany desk, his dark eyes locked onto the glowing bottles of high-tier Core Blood Ink he had ruthlessly stolen from the Faith Family’s subterranean vaults.

He didn’t waste a single fraction of his breath on hesitation. With a sharp mental command, Tony fully activated his newly acquired Advanced Runic Ink Formula alongside the system’s Primordial Talisman-Making Art.

[Ding! Advanced Mass-Production Protocol initiated. System array stabilization active.]

Tony tightly gripped his master-grade silver iron carving pen, violently launching the Storm Breathing Technique at its absolute triple-speed capacity. The air inside the meditation chamber instantly groaned under the intense physical compression, turning into a howling vortex of raw natural energy that rushed into his open pores like a roaring tidal wave.

His right hand moved with a fluid, terrifyingly rapid precision that completely bypassed the standard limitations of a mortal cultivator. The silver tip of his pen danced across the blank bamboo paper like a streak of lightning, tracing thousands of intricate, glowing runic curves to craft the advanced Homing Shadow Talismans.

Hour after hour, Tony forced his internal 7th Class Elder Disciple meridians to open to their absolute limits, expertly guiding the volatile fire and shadow elements deep into the paper sheets. Beside the desk, the massive Crimson Shadow Griffin sat in absolute silence, its galaxy-purple eyes blinking softly as its dual-soul bond automatically stabilized the spatial aura inside the room, preventing the immense power from causing a premature explosion.

One by one, the five hundred sheets violently flashed with a brilliant, dark-purple light as the Homing Abyssal arrays perfectly solidified within the ink lines. It was a brutal, bone-shattering display of nonstop mass production that would have ground any standard master elder’s soul into absolute dust, but Tony’s waterfall-hardened frame absorbed the structural stress beautifully. By the exact mark of dawn, the entire desk was lined with massive, heavy stacks of completed advanced talismans, their collective spiritual aura humming with enough inescapable execution force to permanently lock down the entire city’s weapon trade.

Tony slowly laid down his pen, his muscles completely stiff and his breathing heavily ragged from the twelve-hour marathon. Yet, before he could even close his eyes to rest, his Truth Eye violently flared on instinct, perceiving a massive, chaotic wave of high-tier spiritual energy rapidly closing in on the Cloud-Mist Pavilion from the high mountain passes outside.

"They are finally here," Tony muttered smoothly to himself, a slow, ruthlessly brilliant grin curling the corners of his lips as he casually stood up from the bed, his lazy, unbothered posture perfectly returning to his frame.

Outside the pavilion gates, the clear morning sky was completely swallowed by a terrifying, dark cloud of dense, blood-red elemental magic. Julie Faith had officially mobilized her final, desperate blood war against Tony Clark, utilizing her family’s remaining high-level connections to coordinate with a group of powerful, rogue inner peak elders from the Vance clan.

Twelve highly seasoned, 10th Class Grand Disciple wizards stood hovering in mid-air above the courtyard, their hands rapidly spinning massive crimson staves that hummed with lethal, world-shaking fire and lightning matrices. Julie stood at the absolute front of the flying armada, her beautiful features completely twisted into a mask of pure, psychotic fury as she stared down at the pavilion’s stone archway.

"Tony Clark! Your absolute countdown to destruction has reached its final conclusion!" Julie shrieked in a fit of frantic, bloodthirsty rage, her silky voice echoing fiercely through the valleys of the inner campus.

"You plundered my family’s subterranean vaults and starved our lineage, but your little spatial monster cannot protect your flesh from the combined might of the Vance clan’s inner peak elders! Step out of your cage right now and kneel on your knees for mercy, or we will burn this entire pavilion into absolute ash and tear your soul into pieces!"

The heavy iron-reinforced doors of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion slowly creaked open with a relaxed, mocking creak, and Tony Clark calmly walked out onto the granite platform of his training yard. He casually slung the magnificent Void Dragon’s Shadow Bow over his shoulder, his hands tucked loosely into the pockets of his dark hunting cloak as he looked up at the floating armada of supreme wizards.

Beside his boots, the Crimson Shadow Griffin stepped forward with majestic, fluid grace, its thirty-foot blood-red wings violently expanding as its purple eyes locked onto the enemies with a murderous, ancient glare.

"You family of low-born clowns truly never tire of delivering your pathetic bodies straight into my graveyard," Tony sneered coldly, his deep baritone voice carrying a chilling, razor-sharp edge that completely cut through the roaring wind resistance of their elemental matrices. He casually reached into his robes, pulling out a heavy stack of his newly mass-produced Homing Shadow Talismans and tossing them lightly into the air, letting them float around his physical frame like a shield of glowing purple cards.

"You bring a pack of senile, aging dogs to my gates and talk about absolute blood wars as if you actually hold a single winning card on my grand chessboard. Let me make something perfectly clear to your short-sighted minds: I didn’t just plunder your little treasury; I hoarded enough resources to turn your entire alliance into an absolute pile of microscopic dust."

Julian Faith’s father, who was crouching near the rear vanguard, let out a psychotic roar of pure fury at Tony’s public, villainous insults. "Do not let this arrogant brat spout his empty bluffs! All units, execute the supreme fire matrix! Wipe him out of existence!"

With a deafening roar, the twelve inner peak elders violently thrust their staves forward in perfect unison, unleashing a colossal, reality-shattering inferno of compressed purple lightning and white-hot solar flames that roared directly toward Tony’s chest with enough cataclysmic force to level the entire mountain peak.

Tony stood perfectly still in the absolute center of the oncoming doom, his expression remaining completely calm, lazy, and utterly unbothered. He didn’t even attempt to utilize his standard physical blocking or his master’s protection amulet.

Instead, with a sudden, fluid sweep of his right hand, Tony violently infused a massive wave of his peak foundation energy directly into the floating stack of five hundred advanced talismans, executing his newly synchronized Homing Abyssal Strike methodology through the printed arrays.

"Go," Tony commanded ruthlessly, a wide, villainous smile plastered across his face.

BOOM!

An absolute, incomprehensible explosion of dark purple shadow force violently erupted across the training yard as all five hundred Homing Shadow Talismans detonated at the exact same millisecond.

The massive wave of dark energy didn’t scatter into a standard blast; the advanced homing laws instantly locked onto the core life forces of the twelve floating wizards, turning the purple cards into thousands of invisible, ghostly shadow arrows that shot straight into the air like a swarm of locusts.

The invisible arrows sliced through the incoming solar inferno and lightning matrices with zero atmospheric resistance, completely tearing the supreme elemental attacks into harmless gray sparks within a single fraction of a microsecond.

Before Julie Faith or the Vance clan elders could even register that their ultimate attack had been completely vaporized, the thousands of invisible, tracking shadow arrows pierced cleanly through the defensive shields of all twelve 10th Class Grand Disciples with a terrifying, overlapping POP.

The absolute, raw kinetic force of the plundered blood-ink arrays violently detonated inside their primary meridian junctions, completely shattering their cultivation foundations into absolute dust on the spot.

The twelve inner peak elders let out a single, muffled gasp of agonizing horror as their internal energy pools completely disintegrated. Their physical bodies were thrown backward across the clouds like broken ragdolls, crashing heavily onto the hard marble floor of the courtyard below, completely unconscious, permanently crippled, and defeated in a single, absolute exchange.

The entire blood war was systematically slaughtered and brought to an absolute, catastrophic stop in less than three seconds.

The entire inner campus of the academy fell into a state of shocked, paralyzed stillness so intense that the frantic, hyper-ventilating breathing of Julie Faith became completely audible to everyone.

She stood frozen on the steps of the stone archway, her face turning entirely stark white as a cold sweat drenched her fine silks, her violet eyes widening to the size of saucers as she stared at the mountain of her crippled, bleeding allies.

Her proud spirit was completely, absolutely crushed into dust as she realized the timid orphan she had tried to poison had just transformed into an unstoppable, god-like villain who held the entire continent in the palm of his hand.

Tony casually rolled his shoulders, his signature lazy smirk returning to his face as he walked down the stone steps toward her trembling form, his dark eyes locking onto her pale face with a sharp, predatory intensity that promised the final curtain call for her entire lineage had officially arrived.