The guild training ground had turned into a battlefield in an instant.
The golden-haired hero leader laughed mockingly as he drove his holy sword straight through Lina's body. Blood sprayed across the stage. He yanked the blade free and hurled her roughly to the ground right beside Feng's feet.
"Next is your son and daughter," he sneered.
The other three heroes moved like lightning. They pierced through baby Shihao and Suki with their blessed weapons, then dropped the small bodies onto the stage without mercy.
Feng's roar of pure agony tore through the chaos.
He rushed forward, but he was too late.
His son and daughter were already dead.
He fell to his knees, cradling their tiny, bloodied bodies in his arms, his hands shaking as the battle exploded around him.
The adventurers and guild staff had already drawn their weapons and charged the disguised soldiers. Steel clashed, magic flared, and shouts filled the air as the two sides collided violently.
Lina lay gasping on the ground, blood pooling beneath her as the guild healers desperately poured healing magic into her wounds.
Meanwhile, high above the chaos, the spy's orb continued projecting the entire scene live to the Octagram.
In the distant hall, Milim Nava leaned forward with wide eyes and said cheerfully, "It looks like Feng will die now!"
The Demon Lords watched in silence as the tragedy unfolded.
Back on the stage, Feng remained on his knees, holding his dead children tightly to his chest, blood soaking his clothes. His eyes were empty, but something far darker than grief was stirring deep inside him.
The battle raged on.
The four heroes stood tall above the carnage, laughing coldly as they watched the man they had come to destroy break apart before their eyes.