Fenrir’s Journey: I Shall Devour The Heavens - Chapter 43

After dealing with the two people following her, even though the second one had tried to run away, Fenrir made her way towards the western section of the city. She was following the scent of the old man who had stopped her earlier that morning, the first offender that had been riling her up. Fenrir didn’t like the way he had looked at her from the start and, as he had a thick aura of blood around his body, she decided to kill him outright. If this didn’t do anything to ease her frustrations and hunger, Fenrir would turn her attention to other people with murderous auras as well. She had seen too many instances of Cultivators from Sects doing whatever they wanted, even killing, so Fenrir wanted them to feel the pain and frustrations they had forced upon others.

Though the city was massive, spanning nearly 800km in diameter, Fenrir had managed to reach a large compound with dozens of buildings, courtyards, and scenic gardens. At the very front of the residence, there was a large semi-circular gate with the words ‘Fen Clan’ in bold golden brush strokes. Fenrir didn’t know what relation the old man had with the Fen Clan, but his smell originated from within the property and she wasn’t going to foot around the issue. Ignoring the weak barrier that tried to prevent her from entering, Fenrir condensed pure magic power into her fist and smashed down on the roof of the building where the man named Lee was located.

From within the collapsing rubble, several figures jumped out, swirling green energy around their body as an alarm began to sound out loudly throughout the compound. Fenrir, standing in the air using the footholds she had created, glared towards the three old men and two young boys that were being protected by them. She could smell that, much like the man named Lee, the other two old men also had a thick odor of blood clinging to their bodies. The more sickening thing, however, was that the slightly older of the two boys also had a scent of blood and negative energy on his body…

Seeing who their attacker was, Lee shouted out in incredulity, “Senior? What have we done to offend you? Why have you come to the Fen Clan..?” In response to Lee’s words, the old man to his left asked, “Senior…? So this is the little lass you were talking about…hooo…I see, I see…” There was a long beard on his face and, as he looked towards her with an appraising gaze, the man was stroking it with intrigue. Fenrir, feeling his eyes wander around her body, clenched her teeth and said, “That’s it…I’m going to tear your eye out…”

The man seemed amused by Fenrir’s words until, much like his compatriots, he noticed that Fenrir was standing on the air without the aid of a spiritual object. Unless she was using some rare technique to achieve flight, this was a feat only someone at the Core Formation Realm could accomplish. The strongest among them was only at the Sixth Stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, a full four large Stages below this small girl before them. Unfortunately, the moment this thought crossed his mind, the man suddenly felt an agonizing pain as half his vision became filled with darkness…

(Fenrir’s Commentary: ‘STOP LOOKING AT PEOPLE LIKE THEY ARE POSSESSIONS!’)