Ten years had passed, and many things had changed. Even if Dustin was exceptionally talented, his growth was inevitably limited without the resources from the Rhys family. Anders and the rest of them, however, were different. They received only the best resources and grooming, undergoing various specialized training and polishing. They were ahead of Dustin in every aspect, and that disparity would only grow more apparent with time. Although Dustin was undoubtedly talented, he was slightly behind Anders. It would be tough to catch up on a gap of ten years. "I understand what you mean, but I've never considered fighting him. I just want his Emerald Corolla," Dustin said calmly."Your Grace, Anders sees the Emerald Corolla as a priceless possession. It would be challenging to take it from him." Ethan shook his head. He had sent someone to inquire about it from Anders but only received one word in response—Scram! "Since asking is not an option, we can resort to stealing," Dust
"Mr. Ethan, your cautious approach is truly commendable. It's no wonder you are able to navigate the treacherous political scene skillfully," Dustin teased. "Your Grace, please, spare me. My life is practically hanging by a thread with me being in constant danger," Ethan replied with a wry smile. If it became known that he was assisting the West Lucozian monarchy, he would either be dismissed from his position or have his home raided. But no matter the outcome, it would be a dead end for him.Navigating the court for so many years, he had offended numerous people. Once he lost power, countless people would surely seize the opportunity to take him down."Mr. Ethan, if I succeed in my goals, I'll consider it a debt owed to the Langfords. If you run into trouble in the future, I will back you up," Dustin assured. "Thank you, Your Grace!" Ethan's expression brightened. At least he was getting rewarded. With the support of the West Lucozian monarchy, there would still be a way o
Of course, to be safe, he had to seek assistance from someone else. …Time flew by quickly, and three days had passed. During this time, Camron Medicals became increasingly popular, with countless people coming to buy their ointments every day. Some had initially anticipated a spectacle, thinking that offending the Moseys would surely bring calamity. However, after three days, there was no movement from the Moseys, and everything remained calm and peaceful. Camron Medicals continued to thrive and made significant profits. It was worth mentioning that Harmony Healers was rebuilt, and all that was left was to renovate and add the finishing touches. Dustin only took care of the financial aspects and left the operational details to a professional team. There was nothing for him to worry about. Additionally, with the help of the person from the palace, Dustin had gotten his hands on the Iceheart Lotus without trouble. All he needed left was the Emerald Corolla, which he h
"Abigail, the Moseys' mansion is filled with elite fighters. There will also be plenty of influential figures arriving. You must be careful not to expose yourself," Dustin reminded her sternly. Even though they had disguises on, there were plenty of extraordinary individuals among the Moseys. If their identities were discovered, it could lead to trouble. Abigail, especially, was the Mystic Arts Order's Grand Sorceress. In the eyes of the court and righteous individuals, she was a condemned witch that they would gladly eliminate. So, they must be cautious. "Don't worry, Dustin. I'm not a kid. I know what to do. Relax. I won't put you in trouble." Abigail scanned the area rapidly, almost drooling at the sight of the wealthy individuals. "Relax? You must be joking!" Dustin was frustrated and knocked on Abigail's head with his knuckles. He shouldn't have brought her here. This little money enthusiast seemed to see everyone as a walking money tree. "Dustin, look! It's so live
As he spoke, his personal guards had already surrounded Dustin and Abigail. Their gazes were menacing. "Greetings, Sir Anders." Dustin lowered his head and replied, "My name is Rhet Adams. And this is my sister, Abigail Adams.""You look familiar. Have we met before?" Anders questioned. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he scrutinized Dustin from top to bottom as if trying to see through him. "When you returned victorious last year, Sir Mosey held a grand banquet. I had the honor to visit and witness your impressiveness. "I didn't expect you to remember me still. I'm truly flattered!" Dustin pretended to be fearful. His statement was partially true. It was true that Anders had won a significant battle last year and hosted a celebration banquet, inviting many guests. Dustin, of course, had no time to attend. It was information provided by Ethan. To be on the safe side, he had memorized the details thoroughly, and it now came in handy. "Is that so?" Anders narrowed his eye
Looking at that detestable face of the past, Dustin frowned. He had expected to encounter familiar faces at this place. And the whole reason he disguised himself was to avoid having his identity exposed. However, he never expected to cross paths with Florence and her group in such an unfortunate manner. Fortunately, she didn't recognize him. Intending to diffuse the situation, Dustin apologized, "I'm sorry for not paying attention just now. Are you hurt?""Hmph! You must be blind!" Florence dusted herself off as she got up from the ground. She shouted arrogantly, "Do you know who I am? How dare you run into me? You must be tired of living!" Her social standing was no longer what it was before. Anyone who offended her now was essentially seeking their demise. "Hey! You were the one who didn't watch where you were going! How can you be so unreasonable and blame us when you were the one who ran into us?" Abigail was indignant. "Who the hell are you? How dare you point finge
Florence didn't know when to stop and insisted on escalating the situation. At this point, Dustin could tolerate no more."All right, seems like you won't learn your lesson till you hit a dead end! Guards! Guards! These two troublemakers are causing a disturbance! They even resorted to violence against me! Arrest them immediately!" Florence shouted. Following her orders, guards at the entrance immediately surrounded Dustin and Abigail. Dahlia was now a prominent figure among the Moseys. As her mother, Florence was considered a distinguished guest who enjoyed a high status. There were not many people who dared to offend them."Hold on!"Just as the two sides were about to clash, Dahlia suddenly walked in and exclaimed darkly, "What's going on here? Why are you drawing weapons? Don't you know what day it is today?""Dahlia, you arrived just in time!"Florence began complaining immediately upon seeing her. "These two were deliberately causing a scene. They even laid their hands
After dealing with Florence, Dahlia turned to Dustin and said calmly, "Dear sir, miss, I'm very sorry for what happened earlier. I assure you there won't be a next time. My apologies again for the disturbance." After she spoke, she lowered her head slightly to show her sincerity. The crowd nodded in approval as they watched her apology. As Sir Mosey's goddaughter, her status was second only to him. And offering a public apology was a level of humility not easily found. Her awareness of putting the situation first made the public realize that Sir Mosey had put his trust in the right person. "There's no need for such formality, Ms. Nicholson. We never wanted to make the situation worse. Having this resolved peacefully was the best outcome we could ask for." Dustin nodded slightly. "Sir, you are indeed a sensible man. May I ask for your name?" Dahlia asked politely. "I'm Rhett Adams. And this is my sister, Abigail Adams," Dustin replied. "Mr. and Ms. Adams, welcome. You a
Willem's wings, black as night with a metallic sheen, erupted from his back. Fully extended, they stretched over 30 feet. With a gentle flap, a storm of wind and eerie howls swept through the air. The sheer force was intimidating to behold.His appearance had also undergone a drastic transformation. Willem's once-handsome face was now gaunt, his skin wrinkled, and his cheekbones jutted out. Fangs protruded from his mouth, and two sharp horns sprouted from his head. He had grown taller, but his body was unnaturally thin, with his ribs and sternum visible beneath his skin. From a distance, he looked like a towering, monstrous skeleton. It was an unsettling sight that sent a chill down anyone's spine.This was Willem's ultimate form. After the transformation, his speed, strength, defense, and reflexes were greatly enhanced. His thirst for blood grew even more intense, turning him into a bloodthirsty demon.The gods, who had expressed dissatisfaction moments ago, now stood paralyzed
Willem was so fast that, even to a grandmaster, it would appear as though he had teleported, leaving no time to react.Bailey had already drawn Arion's full attention, making Willem's sudden attack almost impossible to counter.When everyone thought his attack was about to succeed, a red divine talisman suddenly shot out and stuck to his forehead just as his fangs were mere inches from Arion's neck.The talisman exploded, releasing a surge of violent energy that blasted Willem over ten yards away. Before he hit the ground, a blazing fireball instantly engulfed him.He screamed as he turned into a human torch. The fire burned fiercely, scorching his flesh and charring his body.The flames clung to him like a curse and were impossible to put out. His blood energy crackled and hissed as the fire burned, and thick black smoke rose from his body.The sight shocked everyone.Just moments ago, Willem had almost succeeded in his ambush, but Arion had been prepared. With a single talisma
Thousands of golden whips lashed out with the force of a storm, and it was impossible to dodge.The group led by Bailey launched their attacks to block and continually struck the golden whips. With each collision, energy erupted, followed by loud booming sounds.Arion stood firm like a mountain. His body was enveloped in golden light as he swung his whips. Even though he was outnumbered, he still held the advantage.Bailey and the others couldn't break through at all. A few slightly weaker gods from the Hall of Gods were forced to retreat with each lash and struggled to withstand the onslaught.At that moment, everyone finally realized the terrifying power of Dragonmarsh's strongest martial artist. Even the attacks evolved from the Glow Incantation were enough to throw them off balance."I don't believe these things can stop me!"Bailey roared as his body began to change. His already large frame grew even bulkier, like a small mountain. His shirt tore as his muscles expanded, and
The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise. No one had expected Arion to strike so suddenly; he was so fast that they couldn't even see his movement.Even Willem, renowned for his speed, couldn't react in time. One slap had sent him flying—simple, brutal, and unstoppable.At that moment, they finally realized that the seemingly harmless Arion was much more formidable than they had imagined.Willem staggered to his feet and reached up to straighten his twisted neck. His collapsed cheek began to heal at a visible rate. Fortunately for him, vampires possessed extraordinary regenerative abilities. Without it, the slap would have crippled him."You're strong for an old geezer, but it'll take more than that to finish me off," Willem hissed through clenched teeth. The bloodthirst in his eyes was unmistakable as he glared at Arion. If he could drain Arion's blood, his strength would surge to unimaginable heights."Oh? This is interesting." Arion raised an eyebrow with a faint smi
The battle between the Hall of Gods and Sacred Wrym Summit raged with unrelenting intensity. The Hall of Gods had made meticulous preparations for this invasion. Besides recruiting powerful martial artists from around the world, they also distributed valuable enhanced serums to everyone. To counter Sacred Wrym Summit's Stormcraft technique, they developed a special combat suit capable of resisting such attacks. Generally, a divine martial artist struck by Stormcraft would instantly lose their combat ability, but this special suit reduced the effectiveness of the attack by half. Even if struck, they could recover after a brief moment to continue fighting. The defensive capabilities of this gear were nearly flawless.In addition, their greatest strength was the sheer weight of their numbers. They had at least ten thousand people, including hired outlaws, under their command. During the siege, they were densely packed like a swarm of bees.In contrast, Sacred Wrym Summit had only
Willard's ultimate move cleared the battlefield in an instant. The martial artists who had rushed forward were either dead or critically wounded, with no ability to defend themselves."This… How is this possible?" Hank's eyes widened in terror as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.Under the restriction of the sealing formation, even ultimate grandmasters couldn't unleash their full strength. But Willard, with nothing more than a flask of liquor, had managed to tap into a supreme divine power far beyond his cultivation level.Though he was only at the grandmaster level, his move, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, carried the might of an ultimate grandmaster. If he were to use it again, the outcome would be grim for everyone, including himself."Retract!" Willard took a deep breath and the thousands of illusory images that had surged forth earlier instantly retracted into his body. His face turned red and pale as his breath grew heavy and ragged.The toll of using Infinite Spirit Manif
"Take a guess." Willard didn't answer. Instead, he took another sip from his flask.His cultivation had been sealed, but his strength came from the wine in his hand. The wine was refined with valuable herbs and contained dense spiritual energy, which he could absorb and convert into combat power.In short, every sip made him stronger. Even with his cultivation sealed, he could still execute powerful techniques."It's the wine, isn't it?" Garrett's gaze landed on the flask, and a quick realization set in. Willard drank before and after every attack, which hinted at something suspicious."Bingo. But no prize for you." Willard smirked and launched forward with a palm strike aimed at Garrett. Though his strength wasn't at its peak, the attack remained a deadly threat to the already injured Garrett."Mr. Styles, save me." Garrett knew he had no chance of blocking it and cried for help."Go to hell, traitor!" Hank saw the internal commotion unfold and threw a powerful punch at Willard
With a longsword in hand, Dustin plunged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep and cut down his enemies with brutal efficiency.Though he couldn't tap into his mystical energy, his physical strength far outstripped that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills crushed anyone in his path.Every swing of his blade was precise and targeted the enemy's vital spots with deadly accuracy, which left no room for defense.Under his relentless assault, the assassins were helpless. The air rang with their screams as bodies fell one after another.Unlike the tournament match, Dustin now unleashed his full power in this life-or-death fight. His attacks were becoming more brutal and relentless than ever."This kid's tougher than I thought." Hank frowned as he watched his men struggle.He hadn't expected Dustin to have such formidable combat prowess, even with his sealed cultivation. If an unmatched genius like Dustin couldn't be made an ally, he had to be e
"Step forward, and you're dead!" Facing the onslaught of desperate assassins, Dustin showed no mercy. With a swing of his long sword, a dazzling sword aura swept through the darkness like a crescent moon and briefly illuminated the night sky. The assassins only saw a flash of white light and instinctively stopped in their tracks. When the brilliance faded, those at the front stood frozen as if struck by a paralysis spell.A moment later, heads tumbled to the ground, like ripe fruit falling from a tree. The headless bodies stood upright for two seconds before collapsing, blood splattering everywhere.The gruesome sight shocked everyone. They exchanged uneasy glances and were hesitant to move forward. No one had anticipated Dustin's sword to be so fast that the fallen couldn't even defend themselves.The assassins who had just been killed were among the elites. Yet, none of them could block even a single strike. The difference in strength was clear."What are you standing aroun