20demayo Chapter 519 Tradition Part 2
Chapter 519 Tradition Part 2
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Each impact sent waves of pain crashing through his body, making it hard to breathe or think clearly.
The world around him blurred as the once beautiful garden was torn apart with each blow.
Flowers, trees, and carefully arranged hedges were obliterated, the earth beneath him splitting with each devastating slam.
As the hand swung him into the air once more, he managed to gather enough strength to break free, his body burning with pain as he slipped out of its grasp just before he was slammed down again.
BOOM!
'I need to act fast.'
His mind raced as he created another barrier around him, a forcefield designed to block the next incoming blow.
But as one hand slammed into his barrier, it shattered instantly.
He was hit with the full force of the attack, his body jolted backward, and pain shot through him as if a thousand needles were embedded in his skin.
As soon as he hit the ground, the next hand came crashing down on him, followed quickly by a third and a fourth.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Each hit created a shockwave that rattled the air, leaving deep indentations in the ground where he was hit.
He tried to regain control, to summon another barrier or a counterattack, but the brutal punches didn't give him a moment to breathe.
While he struggled on the ground, a woman appeared floating in the air above him.
She had 16 golden metal hands spread out behind her, each one open like a palm.
Despite the intimidating sight, she looked almost human.
Her clothing was traditional, resembling a yukata, black and gold in color, adorned with countless intricate flower patterns that made her outfit stand out with a unique elegance.
After all, you're still not killing me despite all the insults I've been throwing at you."
Tara's golden hands twitched, but she didn't immediately strike. Instead, she studied him, as if trying to decide whether to end him or let him speak.
"You talk too much for someone so weak," she said, her voice cold and laced with disdain.
"Maybe," he shrugged, his smirk never leaving his face. "But it's a lot better than being a psychopathic bitch who can't take 'no' for an answer."
Tara's eyes flashed with rage, her golden hands tightening into fists.
"You've crossed the line now," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous, like a predator about to strike.
Reign didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned back, crossing his arms. "I was pretty sure that line got crossed the moment you barged into my home and started throwing me around "
Tara's expression twisted. The air around her cracked, her anger rising.
But then something held her back—a memory of Draven's warning, the words he had spoken not long ago.
'He is important. Don't do anything rash,'
And there was Visara's warning too, reminding her that they needed Reign.
Not just as a member of the council, but for something much larger.
"You're lucky I'm not in a mood to kill you today," she spat, her teeth clenched, "but keep talking like that, and I'll make sure you regret it."
Without waiting for a reply, a small creature suddenly appeared through a crack in space. And in the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared.
Reign let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. It was over—for now.
This experience was a wake-up call for him. He had seriously underestimated the power of Demon Gods.
'They weren't called "peak existence" for nothing.'
he sighed.
At the same time, he felt satisfied to have gauged their strength.
He could tell she wasn't trying to kill him, judging by her restrained attacks, so it was the perfect chance to test some of her abilities. From the start, this had been his plan.