Chapter 128

Chapter 128

But Victor chose a far more crushing approach — he directly destroyed the cultivation bases of everyone there.

In less than a minute, not a single person in the courtyard was left standing, except for the head coach and Victor himself.

Dozens of Moon Goddess Temple disciples lay scattered across the ground, wailing in agony.

The cultivation bases they had spent decades building up were gone, just like that.

The head coach stood there completely dumbstruck.

He had always considered himself a big shot in Riverton.

But the power this young man had just shown was way beyond anything he could wrap his head around.

This wasn't a person. This was a monster.

"Stay back!"

As Victor walked toward him step by step, the head coach's legs went weak and he kept stumbling backward.

"Scared now, are you? What happened to all that attitude?" Victor said with a cold smile as he closed in.

"Didn't you say I'd never walk out of here alive?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

The head coach backed into a corner with nowhere left to go. He dropped to his knees and kept bowing his head, begging for mercy.

"I was blind! Please, let me go!"

"Let you go?" Victor tilted his head. "That's not out of the question."

"But it seems like you all completely ignored what I said yesterday."

The head coach's heart lurched, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of his shirt.

"We..."

"I said every one of your operations had to be shut down before sunset."

Victor's tone was completely flat. "The sun hasn't gone down yet, so technically none of you were supposed to die today."

The moment he finished speaking, Victor pressed a single finger into the head coach's abdomen.

With a desperate, muffled groan, this once-arrogant head coach had his cultivation base destroyed as well.

Victor didn't even spare him a glance. He turned and headed straight for Moon Goddess Temple's next base in Riverton.

After he left, the courtyard was filled with nothing but screams and cries of despair.

These people had thrown their weight around for years, using their strength to bully and harm others, making plenty of enemies along the way.

Now that their cultivation bases were gone, nothing but endless revenge awaited them.

When the reality of what their lives would look like sank in, many of them broke down on the spot. Some even chose to end it right then and there.

The head coach, his face drained of all color, was among them.

Meanwhile, Victor walked into Moon Goddess Temple's next base in Riverton — Serenity Tea House.

The place had a simple, old-fashioned charm to it. Under normal circumstances, it would've been a nice spot to rest.

But the tea house was nearly empty today. The only person around was the owner, a woman standing behind the counter, talking on the phone.

"Don't worry, Mr. Murray."

"I guarantee that little punk won't know whether to beg for his life or pray for death."

"Just sit tight and wait for my good news."

Hearing that, Victor's mouth curved into a cold smile.

They were clearly talking about how to deal with him.

Victor found a seat by the window and sat down.

The owner herself brought a pot of black tea over to his table.

"Here's your tea, sir."

"I didn't order anything," Victor said, looking up at her with an expression somewhere between a smile and a smirk.

He then pointed at the teapot. "I don't drink this. I only drink Darjeeling."

The smile on the owner's face stiffened for just a moment. She turned and took the pot away, then came back shortly after with a fresh one.

"Your Darjeeling tea, sir. Enjoy."

Victor picked up the cup and held it close to his nose for a gentle sniff.

"This is good tea. It's just a shame something was added that shouldn't be there."

The owner's face went pale, but she kept her composure and played it off. "You're quite the joker, sir. We run a legitimate business — why would we do something like that?"

"Is that so?" Victor let out a quiet laugh.

He slid the cup across the table toward her. "Then would you mind drinking this Darjeeling yourself?"

The owner's heart sank. She knew she was in trouble.

"Sir, I..."

She was just about to make an excuse when Victor cut her off without giving her a chance to speak.

He flicked a finger lightly against the table, and the cup shot up into the air.

Then he stepped forward, pried the owner's mouth open with precise, effortless ease, and poured every last drop of tea down her throat.

The owner panicked and immediately jammed her fingers down her throat, trying to force herself to throw it up.

"Don't bother."

Victor settled back into his chair. "You're the one who mixed the poison. You know better than anyone that it absorbs instantly. It's too late to spit it out now."

The owner fell into complete despair. She knew exactly how this poison worked.

Sure enough, within seconds, her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor.

The tea house staff, seeing what had happened, grabbed whatever they could find and came rushing out from the back.

Victor didn't even look at them. He simply picked up a clean cup and poured himself some tea.

"You're way too weak to be coming after me."

With that, Victor's figure blurred, moving like a ghost as he went to meet them.

A few muffled thuds rang out, and the staff hadn't even caught a glimpse of Victor's movements before they all hit the ground.

Victor dealt with them the same way — stripping away what little inner energy they had.

Once it was done, Victor carried his teacup and walked slowly over to the owner, who was still lying limp on the floor.

"Now then, let's have a proper conversation."

"Tell me — who sent you to kill me?"

The owner opened her mouth, but the poison had taken hold and all she could manage were weak, muffled sounds.

Victor gave a short laugh. "Almost forgot. You can barely move, let alone talk."

He reached out and gently pressed his index finger to the center of her forehead.

In an instant, a surge of overwhelming qi poured into her body and burned the poison away.

But as her strength returned, the owner discovered something far more terrifying.

The power she had spent years cultivating had vanished along with the poison.

"You destroyed my cultivation base?" She stared at Victor, trembling all over.

"What else was I supposed to do? Leave it intact so you could keep hurting people?"

The owner's face went ashen. She knew she had lost completely.

"It was Marc from the Murray family in Riverton. He paid me a lot of money to come after you."

She let out a bitter laugh and decided to come clean.

"I knew I was no match for you in a straight fight, so along with the sedative, I also set up a formation here in the tea house."

"If you'd stayed long enough, it would've clouded your mind and left you completely at my mercy."

"Unfortunately, you never gave me the chance to activate it."

Victor gave a small nod. Now he had the full picture.

This woman was cunning and ruthless — but she had picked the wrong opponent.

"The Four Seasons Illusion Array couldn't touch me. Did you really think a cheap trick like this would work?"

Victor set down his cup. "Go ahead and activate your formation right now if you want. Let's see what it does to me."

"Are you serious?" the owner asked through gritted teeth.

"Dead serious."

With that, the owner didn't hold back. She triggered the mechanism hidden beneath the counter.

A strange, sweet fragrance began spreading through the tea house.

But after a full incense stick's worth of time had passed, Victor was still sitting in his chair, completely unaffected.