Chapter 71

Chapter 71: A Violation of Rights (1)

He looked at the man seated at the cleopatra throne, upon landing his gaze at the latter he felt something scream inside of him. A danger. A transcendent level of danger was boring down upon him.

"Lower your head," One of the cultists said to Hwangbin. 

Heangbin did so, he bowed before the man but seeing their discontent, it seems that his bow was not sufficient enough.

"Lower" he glared. However Hwangbin didn't comply, even though he was a prisoner of war he was still the leader of the enemy's camp. In some way his position needs to be respected by the 

enemy.

"This is the lowest I can, I will not lower my head further than this, it is within my rights" Hwangbin refused. Which made Cheon Mujin chuckle.

He didn't understand why the latter smirked but the next moment he felt the presence behind him. He didn't even manage to react as immediately something struck the back side of his knee making his knee bend. 

"Guah!"

The cultist who sneaked behind him grabbed his head and smashed it into the ground making it bleed all over the place.

Kishh! Crack! Bang!

"How dare you speak before the Supreme Sovereign!" The cultist shouted angrily as he further dug Hwangbin's head to the ground. He pressed it harder and harder making some cracking sound, any more force would pop Hwangbin's head.

"That's enough" as soon as Cheon Mujin spoke the Cultist stopped and bowed.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, your divinity" 

"That's fine, you can go back to your place"

"Your grace is immeasurable!" The cultist shouted.

After such bizarre exchange things got back to the original track. Hwangbin, although injured, regained his bearings and compiled, this time he didn't utter any disobedience and instead just bowed as deep as he could.

"You must be wondering why you are here, you must also be thinking that you are here to negotiate your release but kill those foolish thoughts, you are here to bid for your life" Cheon Mujin uttered. Then he lightly brought up his head and stared at Hwangbin, amused by his disturbed expression. Then just for his entertainment he released his evil malice and directed it towards Hwangbin's psyche. 

"Your price for survival is my entertainment, by tomorrow prepare yourself mentally and your remaining man, I'll put you all in an arena and whoever fulfills my wish will be granted freedom" He made sure that each of the words he conjured were deeply ingrained to Hwangbin's mind. Carving each and every letter into his very brain. After saying those one sided words the latter waved his hand flinging Hwangbin out of the house and directly back to the prison.

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Hwangbin remained silent even after his conversation with Cheon Mujin. No, he chose to remain silent, afraid to even utter words. 

His vocal ability was impaired by the sheer trauma his body experienced when he met Cheon Mujin face to face. 

"Leader? How's the negotiation? When will our bail come?" One of his close subordinates asked him but Hwangbin remained silent, unable to even open his mouth.

"Leader? Are you okay?" He asked with worry yet no response came.

He tapped Hwangbin's shoulder and that contact made the latter screech.

"Hiiieeeek!" 

"W-what's happening?" How did the mighty Thundering Fist become so retard that even the simplest touch made him lose his marbles.

What being did he encounter that made him like this?

The subordinate would like to know but he too became afraid. If a martial artist of Hwangbin's caliber became like that then what would happen to him?

He could only pray for the best of what's to come.

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The remaining survivors of the Jiangxi Force were clustered together in a small prison, all of them were tired and no food was handed to them. So not only were they tired they were also famished. There was a still atmosphere of anxiety wafting through the air, etched into the corners of the prison palpitating their unease.

Suddenly a bunch of cultists barged into the makeshift prison and started kicking everyone up.

"Get up! Get up!" 

They were treated so inhumane that it feels like their pride as a martial artist let alone a human have been disintegrated into ashes alongside their comrades who were killed by the Leader of the Demon Cult.

"Get out and head to the field! Now!" Then the cultists shove everyone out of their prison and lead them to the middle of the camp.

In the middle of the camp was a large circular barricade, as if imitating an arena. They were shove right into the center of the makeshift arena with no care, as if pigs were about to be slaughtered.

As they were all rounded up in the middle, a palanquin was brought. In that palanquin was Cheon Mujin, draped by a loose white robe. The moment Cheon Mujin came, all of the cultists bowed on all four.

"All hail his divinity! All hail the Supreme Sovereign!" They shouted in unison. Beating like a drum and trumpeting like a war horn.

"At ease" Cheon Mujin waved his hands. Then he looked at the prisoners and acknowledged their existence by smirking.

"I shall be brief. Survive and you'll have freedom." He said, then he lifted his hands and then ten iron cages were brought telekinetically in the arena.

"Rawwwrr!" Roars of feral felines resounded from the iron cages.

"Tigers!" The prisoners screeched. Then he swiped his finger and the iron cage simultaneously opened releasing the tiger.

"Let the game begin"

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