Chàng Bo's cold words ràng out like the banging of a loud Gong. 

The sound reverberated across the Coven causing the thousands of Witches and Warlocks in the compound to tremble. The weaker ones even spat out blood as they felt their skin blister and their organs s.h.i.+ft. 

His words and aura alone conveyed his bloodl.u.s.t. As if the grim reaper himself was pressing his scythe against their necks, they felt death hanging around them.

Lady Winter stood up, her back was covered in sweat. Her fears had come true. As she had expected, the Gatekeeper wouldn't have taken this matter sitting down, the Council had been fools to think he had.

From the powerful voice, Winter guessed that this Pract.i.tioner was likely at the Dao stage or above. It was probably Chàng Bo, Gatekeeper Lu's Fate Companion.

Lady Winter, like most Pract.i.tioners, had heard all kinds of rumours about Chàng Bo. He was a Prince known for his unpredictable behaviour and violence, he wasn't someone that could be easily reasoned with.

She wondered if she should run, escape with her life and leave everything behind. She knew many Mages who would predictably be fleeing by now, scurrying away with their tails between their legs. 

Her instincts were telling her to run, but her heart was telling her the opposite. 

She had been a core member of the Coven for hundreds of years, she had lived through all kinds of disasters and travesties with the Coven. She had sworn herself to the Western Witches. This place contained her people, her history and her life. Additionally, this was their main Coven, the main headquarters. 

If this place was completely destroyed that would be the end of the Western Witches. Even if some branches of the Coven remained, the strongest Mage sect of the West would become a joke. Other groups would take advantage of their weakness. Hunters would kill them off or other Covens would pick at their belongings like vultures stealing the flesh from their rotting corpses. 

Even if she did join a different Coven her position would never be the same. Others would always see her as the Mage who abandoned her Coven in its time of need. That would put her integrity into question and Lady Winter had her pride.

She chewed at her nails, she was only at the peak of the Nascent stage, she was several stages weaker than Chàng Bo, fighting him would mean certain death unless she used some extreme and forbidden methods.

"No, it's not just me, other mages and council members will stay behind to fight. We will band together against him, he won't be able to take us all on that easily!" She rea.s.sured herself, and with clenched fists, she left her Office to confront Chàng Bo.

At the same time in the Lunch Hall, Chàng Bo looked at the Sovereign system screen. He could see his Fate Points rising again. He was still benefiting from the flying car incident and now this, his Fate Points were in the millions. After this was over and he got Frank w.a.n.g from that Hunter group Chàng Bo planned to seclude himself and cultivate. With all these points he could probably breakthrough into the Ascendance stage in one go.

He smiled slightly to himself at the thought. Bo was in a good mood, all the points as well as the smell of fear and the chaos around him as everyone panicked, it made his mood bright and happy.

 Ever since his encounter with Five and Four he'd been feeling stiff and uncomfortable. The fear they'd made him feel had been so frustrating. Just the memory of it made Chàng Bo tremble slightly. He needed to let off some steam, and there was no method better than a little slaughter. 

"What method should I use?" Chàng Bo mused aloud, "I don't want to kill them all too quickly, it should be slow and fun."

Little Red s.h.i.+vered as she heard his chilling words, this man was a complete psycho. 

"You, stop right there!" A loud shout made Chàng Bo turn. 

There were a group of twelve Mages, they were dressed in black robes, from their aura Chàng Bo could tell that they were all at the Nascent stage, some were near Immortality but none had quite reached it. 

Considering the ranking of Mao Lu's realm and the calibre of pract.i.tioners that lived here, Chàng Bo guessed that these people were the Elders of this Coven. 

"How respectable for you to come to me" Bo smirked, "I'm surprised you didn't try to run." 

"We have no reason to run, our conscience is clear and we stand by our Coven." The one who spoke was a woman with a green pixie cut.

While she looked young she was likely a few thousands of years old. 

"A clear conscience? Is that what you think? If you did nothing wrong why didn't you properly clean up after your disciple? She interfered with the Gatekeeper's friends and led one of them to be captured by crazy Mage Hunters."

"If you're so in the right, then why isn't Frank w.a.n.g here and safe instead of still in the hands of those People. You didn't clean up after your own mess, it seems your Coven lacks discipline."

While Chàng Bo said this he had pulled the Quintessence blade from its sheath. He looked at his reflection in the golden metal.

"We did want to rectify the situation, but the Mage Hunters aren't easy to deal with, we would have sacrificed some Mages if we had brazenly gone there-"

"Then you should have sacrificed some Mages" Chàng Bo cut her off. 

"W-we must protect the lives of our members foremost as a Coven, we couldn't just send them into certain death, and the Mage Hunters aren't idiots I-I'm sure they're treating Frank w.a.n.g well." The Witch was shaking, her voice stuttered. The other Mages behind her were on their knees practically begging for mercy.

"We-we wanted to discuss this with the Gatekeeper, we sent him letters and envoys to his Offices and we even sent gifts in apology. Also, Qi Zhou was expelled from the Coven before she caused th-this."

Chàng Bo honestly didn't care about anything she said. If this was only about Frank w.a.n.g he would have gone straight to the Mage Hunters. Part of it was getting some respect for Mao Lu since these people obviously didn't fear their Gatekeeper enough, but the other part of it was simply that he wanted to let off some steam. 

As the Witch opened her mouth to make more excuses, suddenly her blood sprayed out as her head exploded with a "POP". 

The other Mages shrieked in horror, they hadn't seen him move, had he done that with his aura alone?

A Warlock in the group screamed loudly as he watched the witch die. He started to chant a spell but the words were barely out before his body exploded. His limbs and guts flew across the room.

Chàng Bo was still admiring the Quintessence Blade as each Mage exploded like a party popper. Across the entire Coven, many Mages were turning into a b.l.o.o.d.y mist. 

Lady Winter watched this all in horror from the sidelines. He was only at the Dao stage yet his aura was like that of an Ancestor or maybe even Ancient Stage Pract.i.tioner. 

If he wanted he could destroy this entire place with a thought. 

She wanted to run, but even if she did run she probably wouldn't get very far. This type of man killed for fun, everyone would be dead if he wasn't stopped. She needed to stall him and buy enough time for more Mages to escape.

Although she was terrified, Winter chanted various defensive spells on herself and steeled her heart. She knew some forbidden magic that could push her to her very limits. If she was going to die she'd die on her own terms.

"Aren't you bored killing like that?" She asked as she walked up to him. 

"You haven't even lifted your sword, isn't that boring, why don't you fight me. I'll be much more entertaining!" 

Chàng Bo glanced up at a woman wearing a long white billowing robe, she had flowing blonde hair and an icy gaze. She seemed stronger than the others, not by much, but still a bit stronger. Her words were also amusing. 

"You think you're a match for me?" 

"Honestly, no, but I think I can entertain you. If you were to have a fair match with me I won't let you be bored." 

Chàng Bo smirked, he thought about it for a second, it wasn't like he was on a timer, nor did she pose any real threat to him. 

"Sure, I'll play with you, I'll restrain myself a bit so you better not disappoint m—"

Chàng Bo had barely finished speaking before she'd blasted him through several walls. He went flying through the compound and didn't stop until he was in their inner courtyard. 

As he spun on his heels and slowed down, he smiled. 

That had been surprising. 

"You're using demon techniques, I'm surprised someone like you knows a spell-like that" he laughed.

Lady Winter slowly walked up to him, blood leaked from the corners of her eyes, and her breathing was laboured.

 "As strong as Demon fusion spells are if you start practising them before you reach the Immortal stage, instead of using external essence, the spell feeds on your life force. If you keep using your internal essence like that so recklessly you're going to die." Chàng Bo informed her, his eyes s.h.i.+ning. This was fun.

Lady Winter shook her head, "Regardless I'm going to die today, so I should give it my all!"

"hahaha, yep that's the spirit" Chàng Bo chuckled as he appeared next to her in an instant and punched her.

The impact of his fist on her skull sounded like two meteorites smas.h.i.+ng together. The shockwave caused the tiles in the Courtyard to rise up and smash into pieces. A large crater appeared with them at the epicentre. 

Chàng Bo expected Lady Winter to die from that punch but she surprised him again. She held onto his arm as she spun around and threw him into the air, as she did so she blasted him again with another wave of demon death magic.

Yet again he went flying through some walls with a smile on his face. She was using up all her life force for a higher power. That blast had felt like a punch from a Dao stage pract.i.tioner. 

Chàng Bo could even taste blood in his mouth. 

She probably wouldn't be able to sustain such power for long before she burnt out, but this was quite interesting. Chàng Bo wanted to see how long she lasted. 

They punched each other, exchanging blows that took them across the Coven. As they fought the surrounding Pract.i.tioners that had yet to escape, got caught up in the destructive nature of their battle.

Many used all kinds of magic just to survive the shockwaves. 

Chàng Bo laughed jubilantly as he struck at Winter with his Quintessence blade. Her barrier only lasted a second before his sword broke through and sliced down her torso. 

She screamed in pain and spat out black blood as she punched his sword hand and pushed him away from her. She was getting weaker and her push did little. 

But unbeknownst to both Chàng Bo and Lady Winter, that punch loosened the ring on his finger. 

As they continued to fight Chàng Bo was having so much fun that he didn't notice his storage ring slip off his hand. The same storage spatial ring that contained Fei Bing Bing, Zhao Detong, Tanaka Kato and Bei Lao.