Chapter 300: New Tony

The crisp morning air over the inner peaks did not stay quiet for long.

The news of the complete annihilation of the Vance clan’s inner peak elders at the Cloud-Mist Pavilion spread across the Black Fire Academy’s martial network like a massive wildfire.

Within an hour, every single corridor of the outer and inner campus districts was filled with a state of absolute, frantic commotion. Cultivators from various prominent noble clans were staring at their glowing ledger crystals in sheer, unadulterated horror. They watched the leaked images of twelve 10th-Class Grand Disciple wizards lying permanently crippled on the hard granite floor.

Tony Clark did not spend a single microsecond reading the chaotic online comments or basking in the glory of his absolute victory. His strategic mind was entirely focused on the final, absolute phase of his revenge.

He stood at the edge of the pavilion’s training yard, his standard lazy posture perfectly intact as his dark hunting cloak snapped softly in the mountain wind.

Directly behind him, Julie Faith stood with her head neatly lowered, her violet eyes completely calm and filled with a serene, brainwashed devotion that the Absolute Soul Servant Contract had permanently anchored deep within her core soul signature.

"The carriage is perfectly prepared outside the mountain pass, Master," Julie whispered softly, her silky voice entirely stripped of her past royal condescension. "My father has gathered the remaining baseline guards at the main family estate, entirely unaware that the elite vanguard has already been turned into dust. The gates will open smoothly the moment my physical presence is scanned by the automated boundary arrays."

Tony let out a low, amused chuckle, a slow, villainous grin curling the corners of his lips as he casually adjusted the sleek dragon-bone frame of the Void Dragon’s Shadow Bow slung across his back. He didn’t plan to use a regular carriage to enter the central city district today.

He turned his head slightly toward the massive Crimson Shadow Griffin resting quietly under the shade of a glowing bamboo tree. The ancient beast’s purple galaxy eyes instantly flashed with an intense, predatory brilliance as its dual-soul bond perfectly synchronized with Tony’s intent.

"We are going to make a highly magnificent, public entry today, Julie," Tony said smoothly, his deep baritone voice carrying a chilling, razor-sharp edge that made the nearby air drop by several degrees. "I want the entire central city to witness the exact moment the pride of the Faith Family is permanently ground into absolute sand."

With a sudden, fluid sweep of his sleeve, Tony casually swung his legs over the griffin’s muscular, fur-lined back, his fingers tightly gripping the silver-rimmed reins as he pulled Julie up behind his saddle. The Crimson Shadow Griffin let out a deafening, thunderous roar that vibrated through the very foundation of the inner campus, its massive, thirty-foot blood-red wings violently expanding as a colossal vortex of pure spatial void energy wrapped around their physical frames.

Before the watching crowd of outer disciples could even attempt to block their path or ask for explanations, the space inside the training yard violently distorted. In less than a fraction of a single millisecond, Tony and his new companion beast completely vanished into thin air, launching an absolute, high-speed flight straight through the clouds toward the central district.

Meanwhile, Lady Selena Faith was operating at absolute maximum capacity inside the grand headquarters of the Golden Phoenix Merchant Guild. Her elegant gold-and-crimson merchant robes fluttered as she strode through the long, marble corridors of the executive floor, her face perfectly calm but her eyes gleaming with a ruthless, calculating business intelligence. She had already drawn her absolute conclusions regarding the final outcome of Tony’s revenge plot, and she had absolutely no intention of letting her family’s rival branch escape the trap.

"Send my highest-grade emergency merchant tokens to all commercial sectors inside the central city right now!" Selena commanded her chief administrators, her refined voice carrying an absolute, unyielding coldness. "I want a total, legal lockdown executed against every single business asset, real estate property, and trade license registered under the Faith Family name! Freeze their multi-million-dollar banking accounts across all regional guilds, cancel their shipping routes, and block their supply lines from the outer provinces! If a single merchant dares to trade a single Aura crystal with them after the sun sets today, the Golden Phoenix Guild will permanently erase their name from our registry!"

Within minutes, hundreds of dark-armored guild guards and elite commercial enforcers flooded the busy streets of the central district, locking down the Northern Silk Treasury and the surrounding market pavilions with heavy, golden security seals. Selena’s masterstroke was an absolute, devastating economic siege; even before Tony’s physical form could reach the city, the Faith lineage was already stripped of every single fraction of political and financial power, turning their massive estate into an isolated, bankrupt island of stone.

High above the central district, the clear blue sky was suddenly torn apart by a massive, rumbling explosion of dark purple spatial distortion. The thousands of citizens, rogue cultivators, and minor nobles walking through the busy bazaar streets instantly halted their steps, their faces turning completely pale with intense anxiety as they looked up at the heavens. Through the glittering dimensional crack, the colossal, terrifying frame of the Crimson Shadow Griffin descended like a magnificent comet of blood-red energy, its massive wings creating a howling wind vortex that rattled the tiled roofs of the entire city.

The ancient beast soared majestically over the central plaza, its deep-purple galaxy eyes locked onto a massive, fortified fortress built from white spiritual jade at the absolute end of the avenue—the grand main gates of the Faith Family estate. The estate was surrounded by an advanced 10th-Class defensive array that hummed with a bright, golden light, but the moment the griffin’s physical shadow fell over the entrance, Tony Clark casually reached behind his back and pulled out his dragon-bone bow.

"Julian Faith’s father is waiting inside to play his final, desperate script," Tony sneered coldly, a slow, ruthlessly brilliant smile gracing his face as he notched a standard iron-tipped arrow against the pure void-spider silk string.

He didn’t waste a single microsecond on diplomatic warnings or polite protocol. He manually channeled the full, explosive depth of his newly reinforced 7th Class Elder Disciple magus energy straight into the ancient weapon frame, utilizing the 100% synchronized Homing Abyssal Strike methodology. The wind and shadow runes wrapped around the handle violently flashed with a blinding violet light, and the ancient, reality-shattering Mighty Dragon Cry violently boomed across the entire central district, making the physical foundations of the city shake with pure, world-suppressing authority.

Tony drew the string back until it was completely taut, infusing the arrow tip with an absolute combination of spatial void and shadow elements he had absorbed from his companion beast’s secondary soul. He released the string with a sharp, crisp resonance.

THWACK!

The invisible shadow arrow shot forward like an absolute ghost in the air, its tracking trajectory locking onto the core focal point of the family’s grand defense array from a mile away. The arrow sliced through the wind resistance with zero friction, and the exact moment it touched the golden light barrier of the gates, an absolute, cataclysmic explosion of pure dark energy violently erupted across the front avenue.

BOOM!

The massive, advanced 10th-Class defensive array was completely, systematically shattered into millions of harmless gray sparks within less than a fraction of a single millisecond. The pure, raw physical kinetic force of the dragon bow did not stop there; the invisible shockwave smashed directly into the towering, white spiritual jade gates of the Faith estate, completely vaporizing the ancient, fortified stone entry into a massive shower of microscopic sand, rock dust, and rubble.

The entire front line of the family’s baseline guards was thrown backward across the courtyard like a pack of broken autumn leaves, their weapons flying out of their hands as they crashed onto the hard floor, completely unconscious and terrified. The absolute fortress that had dominated the central district for over three centuries had been broken, dismantled, and laid completely bare with a single, absolute shot from a regular wooden arrow.

Tony guided his massive Crimson Shadow Griffin to smoothly land right in the absolute center of the ruined, dust-filled courtyard, his standard lazy posture perfectly returning to his frame as he stepped down onto the marble floor. His dark hunting cloak billowed softly in the wind as he tucked his hands into his pockets, his dark eyes locking onto the grand hall doors where the terrified, pale figures of the remaining Faith elders were scrambling out in a state of absolute, frantic panic. The final curtain call for their entire proud lineage had officially arrived at their doorstep, and Tony Clark was perfectly ready to turn their entire ancestral hall into a permanent graveyard.