Semua Bab Hunters: The Prequel: Bab 811 - Bab 820

“To think you’d abandon your blade,” Asherah chuckled as she stared into the eyes of the man she had once revered above everyone and everything else. Looking at her foot which had been blocked by Old Fan’s forearm, Asherah was reminded once more how much his fighting style had changed. The indomitable warrior who neither retreated nor surrendered was now an old man capable of giving up his blade to stop an attack. This was surreal coming from the man who had taught her that to abandon one’s weapon was the greatest disgrace of a swordsman.“Well, I grew up,” Old Fan chuckled, secretly surprised by the strength contained in that kick. His arm had taken the brunt of the blow and though it was protected by a high grade gauntlet, his bones were creaking and his arm was shaking.“I must have gotten really old,” he concluded, for while Asherah had an unusual amount of strength for an Elemental – no, a weakened Wind Demon – she should not have been enough to shake him so.“Well, since you cou

Asherah stared at Old fan coldly, her eyes completely devoid of the respect that she had been showing him all this while. He may have betrayed her and hurt her deeply with his actions, but even then her respect for him remained. Even if he stabbed a dagger through her chest, her respect for him will still remain. She may not agree with his methods or his current goals, but he was still someone who had taught her the way of the sword. He was her only master, and a man she had looked up to as a father figure. His large heart had opened up to her even though there was no reason to serve the race of his enemy. That was enough to keep her eyes glistering with respect for him for all eternity, even if that respect was not as broad as it was before; yet, with just one statement, Asherah’s respect for him had been pushed down into the depths of hell – burned and suppressed; never to rise up again.“Do you know what you are asking for? Do you understand what you are requesting of me?” Asherah’

“That old fool!” Chief Priest Kaka gnarled in rage when he saw Asherah clutching onto Old Fan’s corpse. The golden goose he had been hoping to reap many benefits from had died to a mere Wind Demon of Asherah’s calibre. There was no pain and remorse seeing the death of a lifelong friend. All Chief Priest Kaka felt was anger and disappointment. Anger that Old Fan had died earlier than he thought he would, and disappointment that he hadn’t died to the great general or to the king, but to a mere Wind Demon whose only redeeming factor was the king’s interest in her. His sentiments meant that he had no idea what Asherah’s secret was; for if he had known she was an Asura, his greed for her would have gone beyond anything else, and he would have accepted Old Fan’s death as the work of a powerful being.“Get away from him,” Chief Priest Kaka gnashed his teeth as he moved towards Asherah’s position. If Old Fan was dead and could not be made use of as a living being, then Chief Priest Kaka would

Though the torrential power that had been displayed in his awakening had calmed down the moment he opened his eyes, General Samoa was more dangerous than ever. The greed and mistrust that filled those eyes a couple of years ago was absent, and there was nothing but clarity in those orbs; however, deep within those eyes – hidden by the fog of reason that was visible to all – was a madness that was truly reflective of the heart of the general. His madness was only for his king, and those who were subject to his wrath were those who caused his king pain. When he awakened it wasn’t the child that he had in his ‘sleep’ that he was worried about, neither was it the wife he had married in that period. He cared little for those two; they meant nothing to him. All that mattered was his king and his king’s current state. The energy that whirled around his king was the energy of his own kin, meaning that Asherah was the one responsible for his current slumber. While he didn’t know how she had do

*Boom*Asherah’s fist smashed into the wind barrier that surrounded the Demon General. The barrier was several meters thick, but Asherah’s fist found no issue piercing through it. Geneal Samoa roared loudly and called forth the wind elements. The winds grew turbulent and the earth cracked underneath the weight of his aura. In less than a second several swords were formed from the wind. There were at least a hundred swords, and each sword exuded the might of a high-grade weapon. As if that was not enough, General Samoa growled loudly and drew out more of his power, causing his bloodline power to churn strongly and pushing it towards another evolution. The results of his efforts was the formation of other weapons made of wind. There were different types of sharp blades, but the most common weapons were axes and spears, the latter numbering more than the former. Now, General Samoa had summoned at least a thousand weapons!“Go!” the Demon General roared and pushed his hand towards Asherah