Tales Of The Supremes 38 The Golden Seal 2

Another 10 black-clad men arrived from behind them.

"Boss, count us in too," one black-clad man with a bulky body said.

Their leader waved his hand telling him that they can do whatever they want.

Six against twenty and the disadvantage was on the group of the Prince.

It didn't take them time to capture the Prince's group without a drop of sweat.

"Let the Prince go!" The Prince's men protested. With their hands and legs tied, they can do nothing.

"Let them go. You only wanted to deal with me in the first place. They have nothing to do with this," the Prince clenched his fists that were also tied behind him as he was held by a black-clad man on his back.

"Don't worry, my Prince, I will let them go after I've killed them," the leader unsheathed his knife. He was going to thrust it to the old man's throat when a sound of someone falling onto the ground reverberated to the abnormally quiet forest.

"What did you do!?" The old man shouted with rage. The prince fell onto the ground with an ashen face.

The Prince's men protested making a deafening sound.

"Shut up!" The leader ordered to cover the mouth of the Prince's men.

The Prince's men struggled but to no avail. They shouted with rage but they couldn't be heard clearly.

The leader approached the Prince who was lying on the cold ground. He knitted his brows in puzzlement. The Prince was getting paler and paler at a visible speed.

"What did you do?" He grabbed the collar of his man who held the Prince.

"I...I..didn't touch him," the man's back ran cold sweat.

The man was thrown and tumbled to the nearest tree. The impact made him cough blood.

The leader wanted to torture the Prince before killing it, but with the condition of the Prince, he couldn't do it anymore. He materialized his sword to slash the neck of the prince when suddenly, a sphere of wind popped out from nowhere.

He paused, tilted his head and extended his hand to touch it.

"Arghhhh!" The leader growled.

His hand where nowhere to be seen whilst gushing blood flew from his broken arm springing onto the land of the quiet forest.

'That isn't ordinary wind,' the horror on his face was visible.

His men hurriedly a.s.sisted their leader in stopping the blood of his broken arm.

He thrust his sword, but to his surprise, it was only reduced to nothingness before it touches the winds. He loosened his grasp to the remaining part of the sword for the winds did not leave his sword and continued to engulf it.

He knew than everyone present in his group how powerful his sword was but it was reduced to such a state?

The abnormal thing he noticed was that the wind did not continue to engulf him, but his sword was reduced to nothingness even if he able to retract half of it part in time.

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The prince felt an immense pressure that sucked his energy in an unimaginable speed. He wanted to stop it but to no avail.

Unknown to him, a golden seal faintly emerged on his dorsal.

He fell onto the ground not losing his consciousness. He saw and heard everything the leader had said and done, though not clear.

Although he was fearless facing the leader of his pursuer, inside of him, he was terribly afraid. He was young after all, but being a leader was in his blood. So although young, he was trained to hide his fear.

He suppressed his impulse to quiver.

He thought he will going to die, but an unknown sphere of winds enveloped him.

It released energy that made him felt warm and secure. He just blinked in a second and the next thing he saw made him stunned and stupefied.

Am I dead?

He was standing in the midst of an unknown high-level ground that was a circle in shape. He peered down only to view a hazy atmosphere that made him asked himself how high the ground he was in.

Examining his surrounding, he noticed a symbol embedded under him; A perfect circle surrounded by seven straight lines. It was gold and emitted a pale-golden light. It gave him vibes of the morning sun.

He staggered to his feet for being so weak. Not able to stand up more, he sat cross legs.

He raised his head to examine the surrounding place thinking of how he could leave the place.

With a lot of effort, he was finally able to see the view inside the heavy mist.

He saw six blurry figures from a distant.

Humans?

Just like him, the others were also standing on the high-level ground and there was no way to cross towards them.

Five of them were sitting cross legs, motionless and the other one were standing still.

They were forming a circle surrounding another high-level ground that was ten times bigger than their circle.

He waved his hand to a figures beside him, and when the figure waved his hand in response, he asked, "Am I dead?" he thought that the figure would not be able to hear him for having a distant, but the figure response in shaking his head indicating a 'no' answer.

"May I know what this place is?" he next asked.

The figure did not say a thing and just sat cross legs whilst clasping his hands.

The next thing he did was to murmur something he couldn't understand. Though they were distant from each other, he can actually hear the figure clear and precise.

The time the blurry figure say a word, the symbol under him emitted golden energy that traveled towards the center making an image of a golden bridge and disseminated towards the other circles blending to the energy of the symbol underneath them.

Their circles were now connected by the golden bridge, but the Prince didn't know if one can use it to cross towards the center.

The energy emitted by the symbol under them became denser. That energy sipped through their pores continuously but they didn't feel a tinge of irritation. Their energy became purer. In just a minute, they achieved a breakthrough after breakthrough.

The prince subconsciously looked at the figure who was continuously murmuring.

'This sure his doing,' the Prince deduced.

He looked intently and tried to gather some useful information, but after five minutes, his sight became blurry.

He blinked his eyes a few times and what he saw next was the black-clad men who were pursuing them looking at him with their heads up and mouth agape.

The prince who was pale just minutes ago was now above them emitted golden energy.

The Prince didn't know what they were thinking, but one thing for sure, he achieved a temporary breakthrough.

Knowing that it will not last long, he drew his energy shaping sharp golden energies like knives around him. Guiding these sharp thingy energies through his index finger to the enemies' location, booming sounds reverberated.

A small crater after crater was formed.

The Prince's comrades were surprised beyond belief. No one knows better than them how strong their prince was, especially the old man who takes care of him from his birth. He never imagined that their Prince has such capabilities.

The Prince descended as the golden light that coated him slowly fading. He felt his earlier energy returned to normal.

"Were everyone okay?" The Prince hurriedly approached them.

In those words, everyone snapped out. They looked around and the b.l.o.o.d.y body lying on the ground made them believe what they saw earlier wasn't just an illusion. Their Prince was Mighty!

"Hail the Prince! Live long a thousand Years, our Prince!" A loud thud reverberated in that dim forest as the five comrades of the prince knelt in chorus.

The prince startled. He couldn't find a word to say. The old man noticed the awkwardness their Prince felt. He said, "Everyone, rise up. Our prior task will continue. Let's move!"

The Prince heaved a sigh of relief. They vanished through the darkness.

The five youth that the Prince saw in that weird place also experience the temporary rise of their power after the unknown exhaustion of their energy, but unlike them, the figure who the Prince was heard murmuring something shows sign of exhaustion.

Upon descending, Uno was greeted by a lot of question from his group. He just smiled as he didn't know either what happened to him. He looked intently to his palm and felt a powerful surge of energy.

'I truly achieve breakthrough!' Uno exclaimed.