The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

"I've located the bandits' hideout; they're in the western part of the village," Morris said a few seconds after they left Xian's house.

As a Sage who is also a Calamity Mutant, his spiritual sense could cover thousands of meters, so pinpointing a pile of trash was hardly a challenge.

"There are three Sages, fifty Saints, and five hundred twenty others," he added. Even without his help, the system had already located them. When Karsha heard the name of the bandits who killed Xian's father, the system instantly displayed a new quest and added the number of cultivators present.

< Ding New Quest Available >

Quest: Annihilate the entire Blackaxe Bandit Group.

Type: Slaughter Quest

Difficulty: High

Duration: 1 day

Rewards:
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- Blood Fig Fruit

- Blood Extraction Soul Ring

< Note: There are 3 Sages, 50 Saints, 120 Semi-Saints, and 400 other >

Karsha knew the reason they had all gathered in the same place was the death of their vice leader. Deep down, he admired Xian's father's bravery—a Peak Master stage expert who managed to kill a Saint was truly remarkable. Unfortunately, he died in the process, but according to Karsha's beliefs, his death was noble, and he would find all the peace he needed in the afterlife.

"I'll handle the sages; you can take care of the rest," Morris said. However, Karsha shook his head.

"No need, Morris. I'll finish this in ten minutes—no need to waste your time on these scum." Morris knew Karsha was powerful, but to confidently say he could take on three sages along with hundreds of other experts—where was that confidence coming from?

"I know you're skeptical, Morris, but in my eyes, those sages are nothing. The Overlords on the island could kill any one of them with a single strike of their tails, but I killed them. So to me, anyone who can't threaten an Overlord is worthless. They're just trash."

Morris smiled faintly; he had once been part of that "worthless trash." Back on the island, he'd known the Overlords were powerful, though he hadn't fully grasped their strength. The day they attacked was his awakening, and hearing Karsha's words brought back memories of his weakness then.

But in another light, he was just a Tier 7 expert back then, while the Overlords were Tier 7 Terror Mutants, so it was perfectly understandable. The gap between them was vast, and naturally, they'd have been powerless against the Overlords.

With Karsha able to fully suppress his aura and Morris nearly invisible, they stealthily arrived within five kilometers of the bandits' hideout. Karsha activated his third eye and scanned the entire area.

There was a compound with numerous buildings scattered across a three-kilometer radius, making it a full six kilometers in diameter. Trees filled the entire compound, creating the perfect cover for any sinister activities. Because of how ideal the setup was, Karsha smiled, knowing exactly what poison to use against them.

"It seems they're all gathered to mourn their fallen bandit," Karsha murmured.

Morris nodded, his spiritual sense blanketing the area, allowing him to observe everything happening in the compound. As a Sage, his spiritual sea had been awakened, and his mana core had shattered and transformed into a spiritual core, granting him the ability to harness spiritual energy for attacks and other purposes.

Karsha, though not a Sage, could see like one thanks to his third eye. With it guiding his senses, he could observe everything as if he were up close—nothing escaped him, not even the faintest breath.

"I'll be right back," Karsha said to Morris, then vanished in a blink.

"Leader, why don't we just go and kidnap those three good-for-nothing women?" one of the bandits suggested. They were sitting around a casket laid on firewood, seemingly conducting their own version of a ritual before burning their fallen comrade's remains.

Their expressions were indifferent, showing they weren't even slightly affected by the death of their vice leader, the brother of their current leader. Bandits are degenerates who delight in the suffering of the weak—a dark nature often hidden within humans.

Humans tend to torment the weak when they gain power. Rather than using their strength to protect, they suppress those weaker than themselves, rarely targeting anyone on their level—a clear sign of cowardice. Almost everyone harbors this tendency, though they often suppress it.

But bandits embrace this side of themselves openly, without shame. Many would love to possess Xian's sister, though they hold back out of fear of rejection. These bandits, however, would force themselves on her, for that is their nature. They're shameless and, in a way, even more human.

"They're not going anywhere, because they have nowhere to go," the leader replied. "Even if they sought shelter in the city, remember, our clan heir won't allow it. If he set eyes on that beauty, he'd move heaven and earth to have her.

"What we need to worry about now is that brat in Sunlight City. I heard he's with one of the big sects. If word reaches him that his entire family is dead, the sect might send people to wipe us out, and even our clan wouldn't be able to help.

"So let's wait. When he hears of his father's death, he'll come on his own. Then we can kill him and have all the beauties for ourselves. Those three are still ripe—even the young one," the leader added, grinning evilly.

Karsha, hidden nearby, nodded in acknowledgment. Killing the entire family would indeed provoke the wrath of the Sunlight Sword Sect, possibly prompting them to send down experts to exterminate the culprits. However, if news reached Xian that his father was dead, aside from a few friends, the sect would likely only send their condolences.

Killing Xian would seal all forms of evidence, and even if the sects were investigated later, they wouldn't be able to identify who slaughtered the family. It was a meticulous plan, and Karsha was somewhat impressed by their cunning.

However, they'd failed to consider one crucial detail—they hadn't accounted for the friend Xian would bring with him: the Annihilator, born to exterminate scums.

'This motherfucker will die first. Li Nan is off-limits,' Karsha thought, and the image of the tear-streaked face of the ten-year-old girl filled his mind. His eyes turned to ice. 'Time to annihilate,' he muttered, directing his gaze toward the bandit leader.

"Guo, send someone to monitor them. Once that brat appears, let me know. I'll personally ki—"

Thud.

The bandit leader's head fell before he could finish his sentence. It happened so suddenly that no one knew how it had occurred.

"My, my, what do we have here," Karsha murmured, his tone as icy as his gaze.

"Who are you?" one of the sages, standing a few meters from Karsha and the first to recover from the shock, demanded.

"I'm here to kill you all, dummy," Karsha sneered, flashing a wicked smile. "What are you waiting for? Take up your weapons." His grin widened as, in an instant, the entire scene shifted.

Screams erupted, echoing through what was now a sealed dome. Karsha had activated his domain, and within moments, it was engulfed in searing flames.

"Make it rain," Karsha laughed heartily, unleashing all three of his domain's variations, including the powerful second form of the third variation, *All-in-One*.

Spears made of ice, fire, lightning, and earth—elements drawn from every corner of nature—began raining down on the unfortunate bandits. Their cries of pain and agony filled the dome, but Karsha didn't flinch. He didn't bother with a weapon, either; his dagger was already sheathed, and he simply watched them struggle.

The Advanced, Master, Grandmaster, and Semi-Saints didn't last even five seconds before they were incinerated. Some Saints managed to hold on briefly, but the weaker ones perished within ten seconds, with the body count rising each moment.

As for the two Sages, their cores, now infused with spiritual strength, fortified their attacks and defenses beyond those of the Saints. But that didn't mean they had it easy. The All-in-One assault targeted them relentlessly, and Karsha's abundant mana pool ensured the elemental spears never ceased their onslaught.

"Argh!" One of the Sages struggled but could hold out no longer. A colossal spear pierced his chest, pinning him to the ground. Karsha smiled with satisfaction—the domain had managed to kill a Sage in under thirty seconds. Though it was only a Sage, it was still an impressive feat.

"The Bloodfiend Mercenary Clan won't let you off, you bastard! You'll suf—" The last remaining Sage was in the midst of cursing Karsha when a 20-meter-long snake unleashed a greenish flame, incinerating his head entirely.

"Don't worry, little fool; they'll be joining you soon," Karsha sneered. He looked down at the amulet hanging around his neck. "Oh, my bad—no reincarnation for you all. Your souls are food for my avatar and my mask. Heh, what a plentiful harvest," he laughed, his voice filling the domain.

Karsha had activated the pendant as soon as he'd arrived at their hideout. Five hundred seventy-three souls—a bountiful collection. He only needed seven more to upgrade his mask to Tier 2, so these scoundrels donating their souls was the best gift they could give.

He deactivated the domain, leaving only a headless body and another with a hole in its heart. Karsha blinked and reappeared beside Morris.

"Let's go," he said. They began to walk away, but a few steps later, a massive phoenix soared across the sky, descending on the hideout's center. It ignited a blazing fire, and within minutes, the entire six-kilometer area was reduced to ashes.