Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master - Chapter 1404

Chapter 1404: You Have No Use to Me!
William knew the Reaper wasn’t merely bluffing or speaking out of a sense of empty arrogance.

In the Upper Realm, this man truly was a nightmare—a walking disaster whose ability to fuse elements made him an enemy that even the most seasoned generals would avoid at all costs.

His reputation was forged in the fires of higher-tier battlefields where spirit density allowed his gifts to reach their terrifying apex.

Yet, this wasn’t the Upper Realm. This was the Lower Realm, a place governed by rigid, crushing spiritual shackles that the Reaper and his associates had failed to respect.

So far, they had found their conquest easy because they had only encountered the common, weaker masters of this world. They had played the role of wolves among sheep. But they hadn’t fought William yet.

And right now, the Reaper was learning—in the most agonising way imaginable—exactly what it meant to challenge William and his specialised monsters on this plane of existence.

The Spirit Element Fusion ability was a divine gift, but even divinity had to bow to the laws of the realm. The shackles imposed by the world’s lower energy density acted as a filter, diluting the potency of the Reaper’s fused lightning and alien fires.

No matter how much he roared or how desperately he pushed his core to the limit, all his attacks were crushed under the fierce and relentless strikes of William’s monsters.

The creatures William commanded were specifically attuned to this world’s frequency, making them far more efficient killers than a shackled god.

In truth, William could have killed the man from the very first clash. He could have ended the fight at any given second. Yet, he deliberately stayed his hand. After all, the Reaper was a classic case of all might and no brains.

Once the man was stripped of his advantage in raw power, there wasn’t anything special or extra about him—no tactical depth, no hidden layers of strategy. His defeat had been set in stone the moment he decided to target William personally.

If the Reaper had picked someone else—Becky, for instance—he might have stood a slim chance of recognising his disadvantage and running away before the encirclement was complete.

But his ego was his undoing. He was too arrogant to believe a “native” could match him, leading him to walk right into William’s trap with his own two legs.

William waited with a patient, predatory stillness as the moans and groans of the Reaper became the only soundtrack to the slaughter. “Tsk, it seems your pal isn’t going to show up and help you,” William remarked after nearly half an hour of systematic dismantling.

By this point, the Reaper had been turned into little more than minced meat. His ornate armour was shattered, and his massive physique was covered in a network of jagged wounds that wept multi-colored spirit blood.

He looked less like a conqueror and more like a broken toy. And yet, through all the carnage, there was no sign of Vladimir’s appearance.

William had intended to kill two birds with one stone, hoping the Reaper’s plight would draw out the third member of the trio.

It was a disappointment to realise that Vladimir was apparently far more intelligent than his two hot-headed associates; the man clearly valued his own survival over a futile rescue mission.

“Fck you! Kill me now! Just kill me or I swear I will tear you apart if I survive this!” The Reaper roared in a voice thick with agony, practically begging for an end to the suffering.

Yet, William continued to hold him at the very gates of death, refusing to let him pass through. He kept the Reaper’s life force tethered just enough to prolong the sensation of defeat, a cold and calculated display of dominance.

Watching this from the edges of the battlefield, many masters—both allies and enemies alike—were frozen in a state of speechless horror. The rumours of the Fox Guild Master’s strength were well-known, but no one had expected this level of calculated cruelty or raw, unbridled brutality.

The sight of the legendary Reaper, a man who had seemed invincible just hours ago, getting tortured under the claws and weapons of William’s monsters left a permanent scar on the spirits of everyone present.

The enemy soldiers began a frantic, disorganised retreat. They wanted nothing more than to be as far away as possible from this “Mad Master” who treated a high-level spirit master like common cattle.

As for William’s allies, they carved this incident deep into their memories as a grim reminder: never cross the Guild Master. Respect was good, but a healthy dose of fear was a far more reliable tool for keeping a coalition of masters in line.

As for William, he didn’t care about the shock or the fear he was instilling in the witnesses. He didn’t even notice the shifting tides of the battle around him. His thoughts were focused solely on one remaining objective: finding the third bastard and finishing the job.

“Nah, he ain’t coming,” William muttered, his voice cold and flat as a tombstone.

Another hour had crawled by in a state of agonising, suspended animation. The Reaper, now little more than a shattered husk of a man, had spent every one of those sixty minutes hovering on the precipice of death, his life force tethered only by William’s cruel curiosity.

But as the shadows lengthened over the city ruins, it became undeniably clear that Vladimir—the most calculating of the intruders—would not be making a heroic appearance to save his comrade.

“Sorry about that,” William said, though his eyes held zero remorse. “But you have no use to me anymore.”

With these simple, final words, William gave a subtle nod. The monsters that had been toying with the Reaper finally ended the farce. In one fluid, brutal motion, they beheaded him.

The man who had boasted of destroying the Upper Realm’s greatest masters was extinguished in the dirt of a world he despised.

William, ever the pragmatic master, did not forget to collect the trophies of his victory—the Reaper’s fused-element weapons and his storage rings—before turning his gaze toward the horizon.