***Boom***
Drago dashed forward with a significant amount of force exerted on the ground beneath, this caused the ground to immediately crumble.
Moving at a speed faster than sound, Drago quickly appears in front of Baban with the blue aura around taking on a more aggressive nature as it wiggled and eventually began to show characteristics similar to that of electricity.
“Just you watch, Baban. I will make sure to end you right now with this attack.”
Drago remarked with a thunderous roar as the blue aura around him assumed a form akin to lightening.
****Crackle****Crackle***
The lightening surrounding Drago whipped and convulsed in a violent manner, causing the area around Drago to begin to shatter due to the immense pressure he was releasing.
“Tch, fools such as yourself should not try to make empty threats because it would only sound like jokes made by a clown.”
Baban replied, clicking his tongue as he looked directly at Drago with disdain in his eyes.
“Just die!!”
Drago yelled out as he put out his right palm, his fingers aligned in a straight line.
With a thought, Drago willed a blade made of pure lightening to be formed on the fingers. The blade stretched out until it was at least the length of a short sword.
Baban quickly rose to his feet to counter the attack and at that moment, Drago struck with a lightening fast stab.
***Stab****
“Ahahaha…. That’s what you get for having such a foul tongue. Continue to rue the day you decided to go against the father, you bald monkey.”
Drago said as he lets out a satisfactory laugh, having felt that he had finished off Baban with his attack.
“As I said before… weaklings such as yourself should not utter big words because they sound more like a joke than an actual threat.”
Baban’s remarked as he emerges from the attack with Drago’s lightening blade having pierced through his left palm.
“What… he blocked my attack with his bare palm??”
Drago was taken aback by this fact, his eyes wide with shock as Baban stared at him with killer intent present in his gaze.
“I think I’ll just have to finish you off now.”
Baban said and with that said, he presses his palm further into the lightening until he was able to grab onto Drago’s fingers and with a single motion, Baban lifted Drago into the air and leaped up in quick succession, landing a powerful kick that sent Drago flying all the way back to the stairs that led up to the glass throne.
“Ugh… cough, cough.”
Drago groans as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“You fool, Drago. Who told you to attack Baban alone.”
Tigra reproaches Drago’s actions with a loud voice.
“Useless.”
Both Tule and Fen mutter at the same time as they shake their head, clearly disappointed by the way Drago had just been manhandled by Baban.
“Oh please shut up. Instead of insulting me with such foul words, how about you help me teach this darn monkey some manners lest he starts to get funny ideas!!”
Drago yells out, frustration and anger clearly written all over his blue face.
“Fine then. But we attack together.”
Tigra replied as he gets into a battle stance. The white aura around him taking the form of an earthen wall that could withstand all attacks.
“This is getting bothersome. Let’s just get this over with.”
Tule adds with a sigh as she took a stance, her green aura taking the form a flowing stream of water.
Fen didn’t bother to say a word as she willed her red aura to take the form of red flames that gave off a unique heat.
“Attack and kill that bastard already.”
Drago quickly regains himself as he got to his feet, channeling the energy within his dantian to heal most of the serious injuries that he had obtained.
“Four martial master would be so shameless as to gang up on me in such a manner. Do you not feel any shame.”
Baban remarked with a chuckle as he glanced at all four individuals surrounding him.
“Do not blame us for using such underhanded methods, Baban. Blame yourself for grasping such powerful techniques as to put all our years of cultivation to shame.”
Fen said matter-of-factly.
“Fine then. Come at me, I’ll take you all on one last time.”
Baban said with a smirk as he willed a staff to form in his right hand.
“Die!!”
All four martial masters quickly dash towards Baban, each one preparing a different martial skill as they neared.
“Enough!!”
Just then, The Overseer’s voice thundered down from his throne.
A massive pressure engulfed the throne room, locking all four martial masters in place as well as putting sufficient strain on Baban, with the latter struggling to keep himself standing.
“Master…”
Drago attempts to speak but is silenced by The Overseer.
“Silence. Not another word from you.”
The Overseer thundered in a loud voice, his fury clearly showing as the pressure he gave off continued building.
None of the martial masters were able to say another word as they were locked in place, the martial skills they were preparing to hit Baban with having been extinguished due to the heavy pressure.
This by no means did not mean that the four martial masters were by any means weak, it just meant that the Overseer was incredibly strong with enough power to suppress four, no, five martial masters with Baban finding it hard to move as well.
“Look around you. The throne room has already been destroyed enough, can you not see that??”
The Overseer asked as he relaxed the pressure he was giving off so as to allow the four masters to actually take a look around.
Truth be told, the grand throne room they were in was in shambles with several white pillars having been broken with several cracks and breaks in the tiled floor. It was a clear sign that a great battle had been fought not too long ago.
The size of the throne room was in no means small as it was wide enough to fit a thousand people in it with the roof being almost ten feet tall as it hung so high up.
“I apologize for my actions, master. I allowed my emotions get the better of me.”
Drago quickly said in an apologetic tone, going as far as to kowtow before the throne with his face planted firmly into the ground.
“Hmm… arise. I will not hold your actions against you.”
The Overseer replied, the massive pressure he was giving off largely gone by now.
“Hmmph.”
Baban snorts.
“If you are not tired of fighting, Baban… I just want to let you know that I am. I give you one more chance to enter into seclusion so you may be able to see the error of your ways.”
The Overseer said having regained his dignified nature.
“Hmmph, I have nothing to discuss with a man that has done me wrong all because he was scared that I would one day surpass him in cultivation. So you can go ahead and do your worst, old man.”
Baban replied with a scornful tone, even going as far as to spit on the ground, an action which drew an even more intense and hateful gaze from Drago.
“Fine then. Since you have decided to hold fast to your beliefs till the end then I will now pass judgement on you.”
The Overseer said.
“Tch… And here I thought that I would be waiting a long time.”
Baban remarked as he stood his ground.
“For the sins of attempting to alter the balance, as well as your arrogance and utter disrespect for me, I sentence Baban to the greatest punishment that any cultivator can undergo…My disciples, destroy Baban’s dantian and throw him into the place of eternal torment.”
The Overseer said with a tone of finality.
“Yes master.”
All four martial master say simultaneously as they turn towards Baban, martial skills already forming in their hands and with a single step they moved in on Baban, ready to cripple him.
“Reversal.”
Baban mutters just as all four masters closed in on him and then…. Boom!!!
An explosion rang out at the location that Baban was standing.
***Drip***Drip***
The dust cloud clears to reveal all four masters having pierced through Baban’s stomach with their right hands.
Stepping back, All four master remove their hands and what remains are four different holes in Baban’s stomach, all aimed at his dantian.
“We all attacked his dantian, so how come I didn’t feel any sort of energy from the place we attacked??”
Fen wonders as she gazed on at Baban.
“Hehe… you guys are really not playing, huh.”
Baban remarked as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. A steady stream of blood flowing out from the holes in his stomach.
“Something is wrong.”
Tule mutters to herself.
“But if I were to die just like that, then I would not be the person I say I am and so I will leave you with this, Overseer. I will come back one day and on that day I return, then the countdown to your demise will begin then. Mark my words.”
Baban continues on with his words as he dropped to the ground with his knees.
“Wait, his dantian hasn’t been destroyed yet. Quickly attack before he escapes.”
Drago suddenly said with an alarmed tone, having sensed that something was wrong.
But before the four martial masters could have a chance to prepare another attack, Baban uttered fearful words.
“Martial skill : Multiple shadow clones.”