Banished Disciple's Counterattack Novels & Stories

"Don't listen to him, Celeste! He's stalling for time, waiting for rescue. Bury him now!" Celeste snapped, her voice rising. "What are you idiots waiting for? Shovel faster!" A dozen bodyguards swung their shovels in sync, the dirt pouring faster and faster. The sand was already swallowing our thighs. I fumbled through my backpack and pulled out a canister. With every ounce of strength I had left, I hurled it upward. It burst at the lead guard's feet with a hiss. Celeste burst into laughter. "Pepper spray? You may be able to fight off one person, but ten?"

Then, the second disciple of the patron saint threw out his fist suddenly and stretched it toward Long Wu's face. "I'm going to launch a sneak attack!" Long Wu sneered. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the fist of the second disciple of the patron saint. He stared at the other side coldly and suddenly pulled back. The second disciple's eyes revealed shock. He took advantage of the situation and leaned forward, using Long Wu's gesture to turn his body around and kick to the side.

Her vision blurred, but she could sense the change - the dormant energy within the fortress was stirred, awakening with a newfound purpose. Ethan rushed to her side, catching her before she fell. She looked to her friends, each of them pale but with a flicker of triumph in their eyes. They had done it. They had channeled the essence of the guardians and used it to perform the banishment ritual. But the question remained - had it been successful? Their answer came in a soft whisper that echoed through the chamber, a voice tinged with frustration and impotent rage."Nooo! You cannot defeat me! I will return!"

Furthermore, it would not harm the user, making it perfect for large-scale battles. Noir instantly understood. “Earth-scorching Skyfire!” He flipped in the air and struck behind him. In the next second, three figures attacked simultaneously. However, they did not expect their proud attack to be suddenly countered by Noir, exploding from the immortal essence and erupting with maximum force. Boom— The disciples were injured by their own attack and sent flying back, retreating over a dozen steps before finally stabilizing themselves.

With a turn, he threw him into the attack. *Bang!* The thrown disciple had armor on that rang out in a deafening cry. He was protected from the blow but not the wind. A swirl of wind, carved the attacked area up. His muscles shredded along with his apertures. "Aaahhhh!" The disciple screamed bloody murder. He tried to circle his Ion Energy to resist, but found his Ion sea had frozen. To be precise, it was paused. 'I will die if this keeps up!' *Bang!* Ren gave a kick at the disciple's stomach. With his breath knock out of him, he died a few seconds later. Blood spreading all over the floor.

Yet the moment the chill touched his body, it was dispersed by the power within him, not even freezing the corner of his clothing. Elijah struck back with a punch to the disciple's chest. With a sharp "crack," the man's breastbone shattered outright. He was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into a large tree before losing consciousness. Seeing that Elijah was unbeatable in close combat, another disciple tried to launch a sneak attack from behind. He quietly circled to Elijah's back, gripping a dagger coated with poison and infused with talisman energy. The blade flickered with an eerie green light as it stabbed toward Elijah's back.

“How dare you insult Heaven’s Gate?! The disciples were stunned before returning to their senses. “Don’t you know that insulting Heaven’s Gate is a considerable crime?! “You people are dead! “You’ll pay for saying things like that! “Are you going to give up yourselves?! Or do you want us to handle it instead?!” The disciples pulled out their longswords with fierce expressions, ready to take action. “You people talk too much,” interjected Harvey, looking at the sight. Swoosh! Rachel Hardy pounced forward with her longsword in hand. Pfft! Along with the sound of a quiet slash, the disciples fell to the ground, paralyzed before they let out their last breath. Even if they were able to be saved,

Kieran ordered, "Take her to the Elders' Council. Three years ago, forgery and framing. Today, a fake pregnancy and attempted murder. It's more than enough to keep her in the pack prison for the rest of her life." Daisy struggled wildly as they dragged her away. She screamed, "Alicia! You think you've won? Rex will remember me for the rest of his life! He'll be haunted by the fact that he exiled you with his own hands! He'll never forget who caused it!" "Enough!" Rex stepped forward and punched her squarely in the face. Daisy fell unconscious, and the warriors dragged her off. The estate fell silent. Rex stood there with his head lowered, his shoulders quivering.

She never expected that this person in front of him was the person whom she feared but it seemed that today, she didn't know where she got the strength and courage to talk back to him. After saying that word, I smiled and patted his shoulder before I walked toward Caleb who was looking at them with curiosity. I smiled at him as I rubbed his head. Then I glanced at Angus who was frozen on the spot then I spoke calmly. “I'll take the twenty disciples who were bullied under my wings, okay?” Angus, who seemed to lost his soul, nodded his head after hearing my voice and he didn't even dare to look at him. It seemed that he conflicted with himself.

He says before stepping back. “However, if I may Alpha, I would like to spar with you at some point in the future.” He says, grinning at me. “Deal.” I say, smiling, before turning back to Carlos. The next two contestants for Alpha both rescind their challenges, and the battles are over. I am officially the pack’s Alpha again. I stand in front of the pack, pulling Grace to my side.