Chapter 357: Damian Threatens Their Underwear

Damian was still waiting near the main building when Cassandra returned with the dark-gold halberd resting across her shoulder.

The moment he saw the weapon, his eyes immediately lit up. "Oh?"

Cassandra tossed her bloodstained hair back and smiled proudly. "All done."

Damian glanced toward the battlefield behind her. "All done as in...?"

Cassandra nodded. "All of them."

Damian blinked.

Cassandra casually added, "The Nascent Souls are dead. The Golden Cores are being finished off and stripped clean right now."

Damian stared at her for several seconds. "You killed all of them?"

Cassandra shrugged. "They came here planning to rob us and kill everyone. Why leave loose ends?"

Damian slowly nodded. "Fair."

Then he pointed toward the halberd. "More importantly... what’s that?"

Cassandra’s smile immediately brightened. "Oh, right."

She lifted the weapon and held it out toward him. "This is for you."

Damian froze. "For me?"

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Obviously."

He accepted the halberd, and the moment its heavy aura settled into his hands, his expression changed. "Wait a minute... this... is this a King Grade weapon?"

Cassandra folded her arms proudly. "Mhm."

Damian stared at the [Golden Tyrant Halberd] again. "Damn..."

A grin slowly spread across his face. "Getting expensive gifts from a woman actually feels pretty fucking good."

Cassandra burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Shameless bastard."

Damian casually swung the halberd once before nodding in approval. "Good weapon."

Cassandra’s smile softened slightly. "Glad you like it."

She suddenly turned toward the battlefield. "Now go outside."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Why? Didn’t you tell me to stay inside?"

Cassandra shrugged. "The Morath Clan is already dead. At least let everyone know their mysterious Master actually exists."

Damian pointed toward his face. "Show my face? We’re all wearing masks."

Cassandra paused for a moment before giggling. "Oh... forgot about that."

Damian gave her a flat look.

Cassandra waved one hand dismissively. "Whatever. You don’t need to show your face. Just show them that you exist."

She leaned closer with a grin. "Your women just slaughtered an entire Nascent Soul clan’s force while you stayed inside."

Then she tapped his nose lightly. "If you appear now, those bastards hiding in the forest are going to start wondering just how terrifying the Master must be."

Damian considered it for a few seconds before finally sighing. "Fine, fine."

His storage ring flashed as the black dragon mask appeared in his hand.

He put it on, rested the [Golden Tyrant Halberd] across his shoulder, and started walking toward the battlefield. "Let’s go scare our future customers."

Cassandra immediately followed beside him, laughing. "Hehehe... now that sounds like my Master."

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Damian walked out of the temporary base with the [Golden Tyrant Halberd] resting casually across one shoulder.

Cassandra followed beside him, still wearing her crimson mask, while Cynthia and Evelyn remained near the battlefield overseeing the five servants as they stripped every valuable item from the Morath Clan cultivators.

The moment Damian appeared, countless hidden spiritual senses immediately locked onto him.

Several cultivators concealed throughout the forest stiffened.

"That halberd..."

"Isn’t that the Morath Clan’s King Grade treasure?"

"It is."

The meaning was obvious.

Patriarch Darius was dead.

And his clan’s most precious inheritance was now being carried around like a casual trophy by the mysterious Master of the [Forbidden Immortal Harem].

More importantly, none of them could clearly sense Damian’s cultivation.

His aura was almost completely restrained, and somehow, that only made him even more frightening.

One hidden elder frowned deeply. "His women can already kill Nascent Soul cultivators... yet I can’t even see through their Master?"

Damian glanced toward the surrounding forest and could easily feel the numerous cultivators hiding there.

Damian’s lips curled beneath his mask as he roared, "Since you’re all already watching... spread the message properly."

The hidden cultivators immediately became tense.

Damian tapped the [Golden Tyrant Halberd] lightly against his shoulder. "The [Forbidden Immortal Harem] isn’t interested in randomly starting wars."

Cassandra glanced sideways at him, visibly amused by how professional he suddenly sounded.

Damian continued, "Come peacefully, and we’ll treat you peacefully."

He pointed the halberd toward the corpses scattered across the battlefield. "Come here trying to rob us, kill us, or take our women..."

His grin widened beneath the mask. "...and whatever you bring becomes ours."

Silence.

One cultivator hidden far away immediately swallowed.

Damian casually added, "Storage rings, weapons, pills, treasures..."

He lifted the halberd slightly. "Hell, even your clan inheritance. If it’s valuable, I’ll take it. I don’t care if it’s your own damn underwear."

Cassandra immediately failed to hold back her laughter after hearing Damian’s words.

Meanwhile, several hidden cultivators had already begun retreating. They had seen enough.

The Morath Clan had arrived with four Nascent Soul cultivators and more than a dozen Golden Cores, yet now every single one of them was dead.

Even more frightening was the fact that Damian himself hadn’t joined the fight at all. His harem had handled everything without him.

However, Damian noticed that several presences still remained.

He could even faintly sense communication talismans being activated farther away.

Cassandra noticed his silence and leaned closer. "Some of them aren’t leaving. Should we...?"

Damian shook his head. "No need."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

Damian watched the forest with an increasingly shameless smile. "They’re calling reinforcements. You know what that means, right?"

Cassandra stared at him for a second before finally understanding, and her smile became just as dangerous. "Hehe... got it, Master. I’ll make sure they pay an expensive entrance fee."

Damian turned toward the servants. "Finish cleaning everything and get back inside."

One of them immediately bowed. "Yes, Master!"

His attention then shifted toward Cynthia and Evelyn. "Once they’re done, bring everyone back. Helena and Linsey need rest."

Evelyn nodded. "Understood."

Cynthia glanced toward the forest. "And the observers?"

Damian shrugged. "Let them watch."

He turned back toward the base. "If they’re smart, they’ll leave."

His grip tightened slightly around the [Golden Tyrant Halberd]. "If they’re greedy..."

Cassandra finished for him with a delighted grin. "They’ll bring us more gifts."

Damian chuckled. "Exactly."

For the first time since Serina and Miona returned, the battlefield finally began to calm down.

Which meant there was only one problem left that Damian actually wanted to discuss.

The Twin Keys.