Chronicles Of The Shura Clan

Not even a day had passed since Nightmare, the guild master of the Night Owl Guild had betrayed the Akasha Spiritual World and he was already being hunted like a wild animal.

At this moment, Nightmare painfully found out about the true terror of the Akasha Spiritual World. He didn't know what kinda bounty the Gods of the Akasha Spiritual World put on his head, however, it caused the Ten Behemoths to hunt him down.

It was the first time in the history of the Omega Galaxy that one person was being hunted by the Ten Behemoths.

Nightmare's picture was in every news outlet and household throughout the whole Omega Galaxy. In just one day, Nightmare became the most famous and most talked about person in the entire galaxy.

Not only the Ten Behemoths had put an astronomical bounty on his head, they even put a generous reward for the information regarding his whereabouts.

Some of the influences even took it a step further by rewarding an entire city for accurate information about Nightmare's whereabouts while others even offered an entire habitable planet.

With these kinda generous rewards, an uproar erupted throughout the whole Omega Galaxy as many people lost their composure. How could this kinda reward not cause people to palpitate?

At this moment, every living soul in the Omega Galaxy was looking for information about Nightmare's whereabouts. Even Nightmare's own subordinates, the members of the Night Owl Guild was also looking for him.

At the same time, some were just looking to kill him. Killing Nightmare would not only bring them success and recognition but the rewards offered by the Ten Behemoths were also extremely generous, the governance of an entire Solar System.

Many Peak War God realm warriors knew that they were not a match for Nightmare one-on-one, as such they formed numerous groups to hunt him down. As the proverb says, "enough ants will bite even an elephant to death."

At this moment, Nightmare was like a juicy piece of fat meat that everyone wanted a bite of!

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Somewhere within a vast forest, a haggard middle-aged man could be seen running for his life with a pale expression on his face as though he was being chased by a wild beast.

His clothing was tattered and was filled with bloodstains. At the same time, numerous fresh scars could be seen on his hands as well as his back.

As the middle-aged man was running away, he would look back from time to time to see whether or not he was being followed.

The moment the middle-aged man thought he was safe and no one was following him, a thunderous and exciting voice suddenly rang from behind him:" Nightmare, why don't you give up and save yourself from this misery. Do you really think you could escape from this old man?"

Upon hearing that voice, Nightmare felt a cold chill run down his spine. At the same time, he quickly increased his speed and ran away with all his might.

As an assassin, his speed and stealth were both top-notch; those of the same cultivation level were not his match.

However, he didn't dare face the owner of that voice even though they were in the same realm. It wasn't because he was afraid of him but because he knew that he wasn't alone.

If Nightmare knew that things were going to turn this way, he wouldn't have dared to betray the Akasha Spiritual World.

He couldn't believe a powerful 2nd Life Transition being, as well as the most famous and powerful killer like himself, would end up in such a state. He was running for his life while being hunted down by someone. Who would believe such a tale?

Usually, none of the Ten Behemoths would dare to provoke him. As an assassin, he had nothing to lose. He was a loner and didn't care about anyone but himself.

Unless he didn't touch their bottom line, none of the Ten Behemoths would dare to go after him even when his subordinates assassinated their younger generations.

Furthermore, his organization didn't have any grand ambition of conquering the galaxy. As such it didn't pose a threat to them.

It was nothing but a tool for murder in the hand of the Ten Behemoths or anyone with deep pockets.

However, now he was running away like a stray dog as he was being chased by the Ten Behemoths that didn't dare to provoke him just because he had betrayed the Akasha Spiritual World.

Swish! Swish!

As Nightmare was running for his life, he suddenly heard another voice rang from behind him:" Old Man Zod, Nightmare is my prey. My people already injured him."

"Shut up Alvon! Where the hell did you get that stupid idea. My people also injured him, does it mean that he's mine. He belongs to whoever kills him first."

"You both need to withdraw from this hunt. Nightmare is within the territory of the Verid Empire. As such, he's mine." Said another old voice.

"Oh shit, if it isn't Handal, the first emperor of the Verid Empire. I thought you kicked the bucket already." Said another person in a surprised tone.

"If an old fossil like you hasn't kicked the bucket yet, how could I die." Said the first emperor of the Verid Empire with an irritated tone.

Listening to the discussion behind him as well as the names of these people, Nightmare almost shit on himself. He was stricken with fear. At the same time, he realized there's no way he could escape death today.

Whether it was Handal, Alvon, and Zod, each one of them was a notoriously powerful and famous character from the previous generation who everyone thought had long left this world.

For example, Handal was the founder of the Verid Empire. Alvon was the grandson of the first ancestor of the Bahal Famil. As for Zod, he was the grandfather of the emperor of the Magical Beast Empire.

'Just what kinda bounty did those damn people of the Akasha Spiritual World put on my head to cause even these old monsters to join the hunt.' Inwardly thought Nightmare with an ugly expression on his face.

At this moment, Nightmare had the urge to cry. This was simply too much.

As Nightmare continued to run away with all his might, he quickly turned around to look at the shameful face of those old monsters who were chasing after him.

At the same time, he suddenly heard a cold and exciting voice ahead of him:" Got you!"

By the time he turned around, he saw a kick was flying toward him. That kick was simply too fast and too swift that he didn't have to dodge it, not to mention he was also caught off guard.

Bang!

At this moment, Nightmare felt as though he was hit by a giant hammer as the kick landed on his stomach. He was sent flying like a cannonball.

The crisp sounds of bones breaking into pieces were incomparably hard even for those old ancestors to hear.

This kick seemed to have destroyed every single bone in Nightmare's body. His looked like there were no bones left in his stomach as it caved in like a giant sinkhole. Looking at this scene would give anyone the creeps.

As for Nightmare, he didn't even have the scream as his body was slammed into the nearby trees. It was unknown if he died instantly or was just passed out from the pain. However, from the looked of things, he looked more like the former than the latter.