Saint Riyal Mendez found himself embedded halfway into the floor.
His mind went blank.
For several seconds, he genuinely couldn’t understand what had happened.
And then it hit him! It was an assassin or any enemy who wished harm upon him.
But before he could even figure out, a second black-robed figure dropped from the ceiling and landed with both feet directly on his stomach.
"Khacck!"
The floor caved in as Saint Riyal Mendez folded like a shrimp as the heaven and earth energy exploded out of his lungs.
Then a long leg directly smashed his chin from the side, sending him flying before he smashed into a bookshelf, spitting blood.
The bookshelf collapsed.
Thousands of pages rained down from above.
For a brief moment, the room became strangely peaceful. However, Saint Riyal Mendez twitched, finding himself unable to move. The injuries inflicted upon him were severe, affecting his meridians and energy circulation, but were surprisingly not fatal.
Who were these people!? There was still no sound of his bodyguards appearing, which meant that they had somehow sealed the space here. But such a thing can only be done by peak experts!
Why were Peak Primarchs attacking him!?
His mind barely worked in this state when he saw the books all over him being moved away, replaced by the sinister silhouettes of two black-robed people who had their features hidden under a mask.
"Wai-"
A fist flew to him at the first word.
His face caved in.
His head snapped sideways from a slap.
Countless punches and kicks landed on him, devastating his body. They carried astonishing precision that didn’t have the intention to kill, didn’t have the intention to cripple, but just to inflict hurt.
Saint Riyal Mendez’s handsome face was long gone, replaced with a bloodied and swollen one. Half of his teeth were missing, his nose broken sideways, and his eyes swollen.
When he barely got a brief pause, he cried out.
"Vut didi do!? Wh-whut krime have I cummited!?"
His tongue was dangling outside, severed as he tried to speak, his voice hoarse and miserable.
"..."
The two black-robed silhouettes looked at each other, momentarily pausing their barrages.
"..."
Saint Riyal Mendez stared at them, his gaze blurry.
Shortly, the two black-robed figures stared back.
"Good question." A hoarse, deliberately disguised voice echoed out.
"...!" Saint Riyal Mendez nearly cried tears of joy.
Finally, these people appeared somewhat reasonable as one of them finally talked.
Then the Supreme One turned to Venerable Knight Lussandra.
"Do you know why we’re here?"
"No." Came an airy voice that didn’t seem well-trained.
"I don’t know either."
"..." The Saint’s jaw dropped.
The next second, Venerable Knight Lussandra kicked him across the room.
He smashed through another bookshelf.
"Tenn whore yu baating me!?" Saint Riyal Mendez screamed in grievance.
The Supreme One calmly answered, "Because I am in a bad mood."
The Saint nearly coughed blood from sheer disbelief.
’What kind of reason was that!?’
At the very least, he needed to know whom he had offended so he could stay clear of them or trample them if he had the chance.
However, he wasn’t given the chance to know.
Fists and kicks kept landing without an end.