May 2024

Hank remained unperturbed when confronted with everyone’s apprehension. It was as if he had foreseen their anxieties. Despite his affiliation with the Hall of Gods, his upbringing in Dragonmarsh had endowed him with a profound understanding of the strength of Sacred Wrym Summit. Even the most renowned elites wouldn’t dare to challenge the Sacred Wrym […]

Who the hell are you? Tell us your name!” Garrett’s face tensed as he frowned. Despite his attack, the beggar remained unruffled and composed. Not only did the beggar’s counterattack neutralize Garrett’s strike, but it also sent him stumbling back. Garrett realized the beggar’s skill surpassed his. It was hard for him to fathom how

The room fell into a sudden hush like time had frozen. Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before them. First, they glanced at Lucian, who was seriously injured and spewing blood. Then, their attention shifted to the drunken man swaying unsteadily. Confusion clouded their minds. They had witnessed Lucian delivering a decisive blow

When Garrett slammed his hand on the table, the other martial artists stood up and expressed frustration. “Mr. Styles, you know there’s a code in the martial world. We can tolerate waiting, but leaving Elder Mason waiting like this? That’s downright disrespectful.” “You’re right! It doesn’t matter who they are since nobody should keep us

A white shadow palm surged forward with the force of lightning and pressed on Dustin. Accompanied by the fierce howling wind, everything seemed to warp as it tore through the air. Everyone in the room turned pale with fear. They scattered in all directions to avoid being caught in the chaos. After all, the sheer

“Kid, you’ve certainly surprised me with your skills,” Garrett admitted as he stood up slowly. He continued, “But that doesn’t justify your boldness in my presence with your limited skills.” As he spoke, an imposing energy surged from within him. The martial artists felt the air grow heavy, and each breath became a struggle. “This

“Elder Mason, you think an apology will cut it? Aren’t you letting this punk off too easy?” “Yeah, just look at Donny. He’s coughing up blood. If we let this slide, what’ll happen to our reputation?” “Elder Mason, this punk deserves punishment. Even if we spare his life, he shouldn’t escape justice. In my opinion,

“Huh?” Dustin was taken aback by the sudden outburst and felt a bit bewildered. He glanced around the living room and noticed the intense glare from the burly man, Donny Zedd. Then, he asked tentatively, “Are you talking to me?” “Who else would I be talking to?” Donny shot back. He glared at Dustin and

“I…” Abigail’s words left Ruby speechless, and she blushed. Ruby suddenly realized she was too naive. Grudges and alliances often defied reason in the martial world-either kill or be killed. If Luke intended to kill Abigail, then it was only natural for her to defend herself by retaliating against him. Her actions were justified. Furthermore,

Outside the tavern, the martial arts experts led by Luke lay sprawled on the ground. Many were either dead or wounded. Amidst the aftermath, only Abigail stood unscathed. The effectiveness of the Phantom Blooms had surpassed her expectations. She even contemplated further trades with the Dawson Clan for additional hidden weapons. After all, traded weapons