Eternal Temptation: Awakening Sinful Desires - Chapter 169

Chapter 169: They Better Run For Their Lives Now – 1
ROOOOOO-AAAAA-RRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

An earth-shattering roar rang out from high above, causing the entire sect to fall under terrifying pressure. It was so strong that many disciples who weren’t strong enough collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood and suffering internal injuries.

It was like a heavyweight blanket pressed down on everyone’s heads, making it hard to breathe.

Some people fainted, while others cried in agony as their souls trembled in horror.

None dared to lift their heads to look at the sky, for fear of seeing what terrible creature made such a dreadful noise.

No one moved. No one spoke. Everyone stood frozen in terror, their hearts racing faster than ever before.

The temperature began rising in the whole region of the Twilight Mist Sect, turning the air hot and dry as if they were standing inside a furnace that was ready to ignite.

Many of the elders in the sect sensed the massive burst of spiritual energy and stopped whatever they were doing. They rushed out and looked up into the sky to find its source.

ROOOOOAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!

At that moment, another deafening roar pierced through the silence once again and brought forth even more devastation to the world around them.

This time, some elders managed to spot a faint shadow circling above the sect, leaving behind a trail of red flames burning in its wake.

However, they were shocked as soon as they recognized the silhouette hovering over them: a gigantic, fiery crimson tiger with burning wings and blazing tails. Its eyes shone like two beacons of pure rage, illuminating the sky with its intense heat.

Its massive body shimmered like molten lava and blazed with an ominous flame that looked like a raging inferno.

The sheer force of its aura was enough to engulf everything around it, sending waves of scorching energy crashing down onto the surrounding landscape.

It was so powerful that even some of the strongest cultivators present had difficulty resisting its effects.

Several senior elders, who were observing the scene, hurried to protect the disciples and help them withstand the shockwave unleashed by the beast.

Elder Celeste was among the elders who witnessed the scene and identified the giant beast as Rias’ Spirit, Emberstorm Tigraen.

‘Who the hell dared to provoke this tiger’s ire? They better run for their lives now, as there is no escaping its wrath!’ Elder Celeste thought as she watched the spectacle unfolding right above her head.

If anyone made an enemy out of Rias, they must be either an idiot or an insane maniac, as the price for angering her was nothing short of death itself.

Cecil shuddered as she felt the overwhelming anger emanating from Rias and grabbed Asher’s hand tighter, scared that she would be mad at her for getting Scarlet into trouble.

But contrary to her expectations, Rias disappeared from her place without saying a word, leaving only a streak of red flames and smoke behind her.

Rias’ rage and fury knew no bounds as she blasted away the space with a fiery roar, reappearing on top of the Emberstorm Tigraen.

“DAMN YOU!!! BASTARD CUTLERS, WHERE DID YOU GET THE NERVE TO HURT MY DAUGHTERS!???”

Rias’ voice thundered with a scorching rage, while her Spirit Emberstorm Tigraen roared with vicious ferocity.

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Some time ago…

Inside one of the luxurious mansions in the residential area, a young man with short brown hair, dark eyes, and fair skin appeared in the special teleportation array set up inside his personal cultivation chamber.

The moment he exited the array, he collapsed to the floor, exhausted and disoriented. His breathing was labored, and he was covered in sweat and grime.

“Ughhhh… damn it.” He clutched at his head and groaned, feeling a throbbing pain deep within his skull. He tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn’t respond.

All he could feel was the soul-splitting headache that accompanied each movement he made. His vision blurred, and all sound seemed muffled. He wanted to cry out in frustration, but the effort caused his temples to pulse harder, making him wince.

As the seconds passed, he found himself unable to control his body or the urge to pass out on the cold stone floor beneath him. But before he lost consciousness, he managed to send a message to his mother with a communication crystal.

“Mother, HELP!”

That was the last thing he uttered before collapsing onto the ground.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman appeared in the cultivation chamber of the young man and discovered him lying unconscious on the floor.

She hurried to his side, checking his vitals and cursing in dismay when she saw his state.

“Damn it, Rick. What the hell happened to you!? How did you end up in this mess!?” She exclaimed in anger as she placed a palm on his forehead, transferring some of her spiritual energy to stabilize his condition, but it wasn’t enough.

“I need to get him a Spirit Healer! This won’t hold for long!” The woman muttered under her breath and picked up Rick, carrying him through the corridors of his mansion toward his room.

Once there, she carefully placed him on the bed and sent a message to her husband, informing him of the emergency.

Soon after that, two men appeared in the room.

One was an older gentleman with graying hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and kind brown eyes. He wore a special green robe emblazoned with the crest of the Twilight Mist Sect on his left chest.

The other was a stern-looking middle-aged man with a sharp gaze and a muscular build. He had short brown hair and dark eyes. His clothing was a white robe with a golden tiger-stripe design running across it.

Seeing that their son, Rick, was lying on the bed, unconscious and wounded, the middle-aged man frowned. “What happened, Ava?” He asked in a low, husky voice.

“I don’t know, William. All he sent me was a distress call, telling me that he needed my help immediately. When I arrived here, he was already in this state. His soul is injured and unstable, and his entire body is covered with severe wounds.” Ava explained, trembling in concern and panic for her son.