His tone was chilling—far too composed and cold for a nine-year-old. Even his build didn't match his age; he looked more like a teenager than a child.
Harren hadn't expected this at all—nor did Wilson or Sarah.
He had assumed that a nine-year-old child, one who had spent most of his life confined to a room despite reaching the Soul Refining Realm, wouldn't have the will to kill another human being.
He believed Luke would outright refuse and, as a result, lose his claim to the heirship. After all, even most normal teenagers struggled to take a human life unless they were the rare outliers like demonic cultivators or psychopaths, who, in a sense, were one and the same.
But when he heard Luke speak—not a refusal, but a demand for justification—he couldn't hide the shock on his face.
"He is a demonic cultivator. That alone is a prime crime." Harren finally managed to say.
A beat passed.
"So what?" Luke replied coldly.
"What exactly is his crime? And where is the proof?"
Harren couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"He is a heinous demonic cultivator who chose the demonic path toward the Vision Realm. He has killed many innocents. As for proof there is a man who witnessed him tying up the husband while committing unspeakable acts to the pregnant wife… and eating the unborn fetus in front of him. The man was saved by a patrol guard, and that day, the guard happened to be accompanied by one of the elders. Even though capturing him was difficult, he faced ten Elites and even one elder on his own, killing two of the Elites in the process. Are these crimes enough to execute...?"
Before Harren could finish, a cold, murderous aura erupted from Luke. While it couldn't yet compare to Wilson's, it was shockingly intense for a nine year old child at the Soul Refining Realm.
Luke looked at one of the Elites, the one wielding a sword.
"Give me your sword," he said coldly, an odd calm laced in his voice.
The Elite, upon hearing the command, quickly handed over his weapon, an exquisitely crafted sword forged from rare materials.
Luke could've used the training sword given by Solomon, stored safely in his soul space. But doing so would raise too many questions.
How could he access his soul space so instantly, without even needing focus?
How was he able to store so many items, when even Soul Refining Realm cultivators struggled to fit more than five or six swords in their soul space, despite the space itself being large?
Even for those in the Path of Vision, storing such a quantity was difficult.
Besides, the Elite's sword was marginally better than the training one anyway, so he chose to keep his ability to instantly store and retrieve items from his Soul Space a secret.
When his hand gripped the sword, a wave of rage surged through his mind as the criminal's vile crimes echoed within the blade. In response, the Asura Sword Technique activated automatically, merging with his Qi Sword. The sword's offensive capability skyrocketed—100%, 200%, 250%, 450%, 499%... ???%—beyond measurable limits.
His seemingly unending Qi reserves began to wane, just slightly, yet the amount he was now expending would be enough to completely drain even a Level Four powerhouse in mere minutes. Without hesitation, he walked toward the criminal—and with a blink, he appeared right in front of him.
"Demon, do you accept the crimes you've been accused of?" Luke asked coldly, his furious gaze piercing into the man.
In his heart, Luke harbored absolute hatred for filth like this—vermin that polluted both the world and society. Still, he needed confirmation before delivering judgment.
The criminal sneered, laughing maniacally. "Hahaha… You Raindals must be joking. That brat's going to kill me? I am—"
Before he could even finish, Luke's blade flashed.
Utilizing his fully activated technique, he sliced through the man's arms and torso in an instant. Only a few powerful Elders—and Wilson—were fast enough to see it happen.
"Aaaah! Brat… you—" the criminal howled, now crippled.
Luke dialed back the sword's offense to 200%, a level he could sustain while his reserves slowly replenished—though only 10% of his Qi had been used in those few intense seconds.
His fury had not faded. Without mercy, he stepped closer to the broken man.
With surgical precision, he slashed—removing the man's manhood, then swiftly severed both eyes and finally the tongue, all executed in the same blinding speed as before.
Silence fell across the coliseum. Everyone—Wilson, Solomon, Sarah, Harren, and even the seasoned elites—stood in stunned silence, unable to immediately process what they had just witnessed.
The vile demon still alive even though it wish to die than experience these kind of torture.
"Did I pass the first trial?", Luke's cold voice echoed through the silence.