CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

The leader of the sect stepped forward this time.

"Wasn't that easy now?" He muttered.

Afterward, he turned around towards the sect and beckoned to one of the bigger men who were standing in the group.

"Get the Dunk." He said.

"And that kid. Kill him." He added.

Xander had not gone far. He was searching through the woods if he could see anything of importance.

He was still within high range and Stacy could see him from where she was lying, not able to stand up from the floor.

For a while, she continued to stare at him until a sad sigh escaped from her lips.

As for Xander, he wasn't worried even for a single moment. Even though he could hear the crashing sound behind him.

They had told him to go away, and that could only mean that they could take care of themselves. He was not going to meddle in other people's stuff.

But while he continued to search through the woods to see if he could find any rare herb, a dagger came flying off to him from behind.

Aimed at the point on his neck that

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