Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 45: A Man Not to Be Trifled With

The Frost Ice Palm consisted of four lethal techniques. In dealing with these two disciples who were not particularly strong in the outer Clan , Aizen did not need to resort to using killing techniques as if he were firing cannons at mosquitoes. Even using the Frost Ice Palm was already an acknowledgment of their strength.

The horse-faced disciple tried to escape. But how could his speed possibly match Aizen’s? He had learned a Sorcery art technique that allowed for quick movement, but it was of the lowest 1st rank. While it could be used without internal power, achieving greater speed and flexibility required internal energy. His movement technique was inferior to Aizen’s, his internal power weaker, and while his technique was more refined, it still paled in comparison to Aizen’s absolute strength.

The distance between Aizen and him was 30 Meter. The horse-faced disciple was slowed when his path was blocked by the Blade, and in that moment of delay, Aizen managed to cover the gap. In the blink of an eye, Aizen had already leaped behind him, while the disciple had only covered 9 Meter in his escape.

The situation was clear: he could no longer outrun Aizen. Even before he could reach the mountain path, he would likely be struck down. Sensing the sound of Aizen cutting through the air behind him, the horse-faced disciple’s expression twisted with a vicious and desperate resolve. His waist flashed as he drew his curved blade.

A dazzling flash of the blade, like a sudden lightning strike on a clear day, sliced through the air as he spun around. It was a fierce and swift attack, so fast that it created a sharp whistling sound in the air.

But Aizen was ready. He had been observing the disciple’s movements and anticipated a counterattack. The moment he noticed the hesitation in his opponent’s escape, he stopped in his tracks and stepped back. The entire sequence, from noticing the opponent’s intentions to reacting, took less than half a second. Aizen halted his pursuit while the disciple swung his Sw, misjudging the distance. The horse-faced disciple had not expected Aizen to suddenly stop in his rapid pursuit. The blade missed its mark but did manage to stop Aizen’s advance temporarily.

The horse-faced disciple’s eyes gleamed with a ruthless determination. Though his first strike missed, he pressed on, his narrow, sharp blade whirling like a flurry of snowflakes, aiming for Aizen’s vital points. He hoped to seize the initiative and wound Aizen before his advantage slipped away.

Aizen dodged repeatedly, appearing to retreat while calmly observing for the perfect opportunity. The ferocious onslaught of attacks, though fierce and relentless, came at a great cost to the disciple’s strength. He had also infused his blade with internal energy to make it sharper, which only accelerated his exhaustion. Aizen knew that the moment the disciple’s energy waned, he would strike and claim victory effortlessly.

While Aizen had confidence in his own strength to overpower his opponent, he preferred to avoid unnecessary risks. Why take chances when patience would yield a safer victory?

The horse-faced disciple was well aware of his own limitations. He knew his current assault couldn’t last, and he was terrified by Aizen’s calm demeanor. Despite having the ability to counterattack, Aizen continued to dodge, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The disciple knew that when that moment came, it would be deadly.

Realizing he had no choice but to continue, the horse-faced disciple let out a hysterical, desperate scream and swung his blade wildly. The sound of the blade slicing through the air was sharp and mournful, like the last spark of a dying life. Yet, despite the frenzy, he failed to injure Aizen. His strength was spent, and in that moment of weakness, Aizen struck.

Like a venomous snake that had been lying in wait, Aizen attacked swiftly, fiercely, and without hesitation. His first palm strike landed on the side of the curved blade, shattering the blade’s aura of energy. With his other palm, he closed in and struck the disciple’s chest, aiming for the heart.

When Aizen’s palm connected, a chilling energy erupted, penetrating the disciple’s body. "Pfft!" A mouthful of icy blood sprayed from the horse-faced disciple’s mouth as Aizen stepped aside. The force of the blow shattered the disciple’s heart, causing his eyes to bulge and his face to twist with a mix of disbelief and resentment. He collapsed lifelessly onto the ground.

On the mountain path, two more groups of people appeared. They had seen the fight from a distance, but as they approached, they arrived just in time to witness the horse-faced disciple’s death at Aizen’s hands. The scene caused them to stop in their tracks, their gazes fixed on Aizen, who was dressed in black. Their eyes were filled with shock, wariness, and contemplation.

Aizen paid no mind to the five or six people who had appeared. They were still more than 60 meters away, and even if they decided to act, he had more than enough time to react. Besides, Aizen doubted that anyone in the Heavenly Demon Clan would be foolishly righteous enough to intervene without a clear benefit. In the Heavenly Demon Clan, where everyone was self-serving, few would risk their lives for no gain—and Aizen was no different.

He bent down and searched the bodies of the horse-faced disciple and the triangular-eyed disciple, collecting some spoils. He found two pouches of money and three bottles of elixirs, but no Sorcery arts manuals. This was expected, as outer Clan disciples usually trained in officially ranked techniques that could only be borrowed from the Clan’s library using merit points. Private ownership of such manuals was forbidden.

The two groups on the mountain path watched as Aizen collected his spoils. Although various emotions flickered in their eyes, none of them showed any hostility.

" The twin blades of death, was the first to die at this man’s hands. Even the lightning blade expert was slain by his palm. What a ruthless individual..."

The group was clearly intimidated. A black-clad disciple who could single-handedly kill two outer sect disciples was no ordinary figure. Despite being dressed as a black-clad disciple, his strength was undeniable, and no one wanted to make an enemy out of him.

Had the horse-faced and triangular-eyed disciples known how powerful Aizen was, they would never have dared to provoke him. But they hadn’t known.

The five or six outer Clan disciples on the mountain path watched Aizen’s departing figure, noting his appearance carefully. They normally paid little attention to the black-clad disciples, aside from knowing that one named Gideon, the "Peerless Sword," had once defeated an outer Clan member. But that was just something they had heard and paid little heed to.

Today, however, they had witnessed Aizen’s strength firsthand, and they were all on high alert. As former black-clad disciples themselves, they knew how fearsome the truly skilled ones could be. This young man, unfamiliar and formidable, had to be from the Western Courtyard, as he wasn’t the well-known Gideon from the Eastern Courtyard.

But when had the Western Courtyard produced such a powerful black-clad disciple? And what was his purpose in coming to the outer Clan and killing two of its disciples?

Their curiosity piqued, the six disciples decided to follow Aizen from a distance. Despite their wariness, they were not afraid. If Aizen dared to attack them as he had the other two, he would have to be a complete madman. Moreover, with no conflict of interest, no one wanted to fight unnecessarily.

They soon noticed that Aizen seemed to be heading toward a rugged, secluded mountain path. The path led to Demon Ox Peak.

This realization shocked them.

A black-clad disciple attempting to ascend Demon Ox Peak would inevitably face the formation’s suppression. Was he planning to challenge the Heavenly Road formation?