Novel & Cerita Banished Disciple's Counterattack

Anything. But his eyes found her, and there was nothing in them. No flicker of the man who once brushed her hand in passing, no unspoken warmth—only the kind of cool disgust reserved for a stain on polished glass. He stepped to the center of the chamber. “Elders,” he said, his voice deep, even, “you’ve summoned me to address this… disruption.” His gaze slid back to her, deliberate and cutting. “I would see it handled swiftly.” Elder Morwen gestured toward Serena. “There are two proposals before us, Alpha. One—immediate banishment. Two—limited exile to the outlands for a season, so as not to fan the rumors further.”

he mumbled softly, and my brow creased. “I was banished, Zeno, and no longer carry such titles,” Cesan huffed as he glanced over at me with concern. I was focused on the boy flinching at Cesan and bit my lip. “The young man is full of fear and has recently been beaten horrendously,” Ojani whimpered in my mind. Looking sternly at Cesan, I swallowed uncomfortably and watched Salem storm into the foyer, then head for the boy. I raised my hand and released a small bolt of electricity before him, making him stop and glance at me with a scowl.

At this point, the last string of his patience had snapped. He wanted nothing more than to trample on Fane and show him it was meant to be powerful! The disciple swiftly launched toward Fane Fane. With a slash, his curved blade headed right toward Fane's throat. The wandering warriors gaped at how nimble and quick the disciple moved. Truly, the disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion were special. Just with his speed alone would completely defeat most of the people there!

Darryl felt helpless. 'F*ck! I finally caught hold of one disciple, but he is new?' Darryl smiled after he saw the disciple's clothes. "I'm terribly sorry for this!" Then, he knocked the back of the disciple's head with a palm attack. The disciple had no time to react before his vision went dark, and he fainted. Darryl dragged the disciple to a secluded place, took his shirt clothes off, and put it on himself. Then, he took the disciple's waist badge.

replied Yreth with a slight nod. What the disciple had said was true. Even under such circumstances, Peter didn’t seem to be the least afraid of the Gunters, and it made Yreth seethe with anger. It was the reason why she wasn’t completely against teaching him a lesson or two. Upon getting Yreth’s approval, the disciple then took a step forward, ready to launch an attack! However, the second he made his move, a beam of light suddenly shot toward him! An explosive sound later, it took everyone a second to realize that the person’s arm had exploded! Not only that, but the disciple had been flung to the side with such force, that he was now nothing but a lump of dead flesh.

Their optical sensors shattered instantly, their synthetic bodies flying across the room and crashing into the digital-jukebox in a shower of sparks and synthetic coolant. "He's not using a data-port!" a terrified patron screamed from under a table. "He's fighting offline!" The remaining two Disciples activated their Mantis-Blades—glowing, high-frequency energy swords that extended from their forearms. They lunged at Caleb in perfect, synchronized mechanical synchronization.

It was time for revenge now. It was time for the game to begin. Smirking to herself. She clenches her fist. Holding the soil in her hands. Promising herself. Begin your countdown Mateo King. "The Viper is coming back"

He shifted at the same moment, ran to the vice, and pounced on him. Camila called him, asking him to step back and calm down, but it was too late. He had already snapped the man's neck and was now drinking his blood. When the others witnessed their vice getting killed, they lost it because they all shifted, and a war broke out. It was Ash against them. It seemed like the anger that had consumed Ash had given him the needed strength because he snapped their heads off their necks even before they would get to attack him.

As the murmurs slowly grew, I pushed my hair to the aide and turned, bending my head so everyone could see the mark on my neck. "Oh, look, she's a banished one!" A voice rang out of the crowd. "She is one of us!" Another, then another and soon enough, everyone went silent for me to speak. "I, too, was banished," I began, my eyes scanning the crowd and taking in the expression of the people. "I know the pain of losing everything, of losing your loved one. The pain that comes with suffering. But I also know that the Onyx Herald rogues don't care about our wellbeing."

He was unable to understand what he was seeing. A lanky, young disciple in black from the Purple Spirit Sect sneered and said, "I've said that there wouldn't be a miracle. Don't pin any hope on an ordinary..." Before he could finish his words, Jin couldn't help but swing a punch at him. Then he roared, "Are you f*cking a human..." The lanky, young disciple in black slowly raised his hand to fend off Jin's blow. There was a great disparity in their strength.