Chapter 612 The Price
"I've killed him. Are you satisfied?" Ashton turned his gaze to Rowan.

"Yes, yes, I'm completely convinced!" Rowan kept his head down, too afraid to even look.

What was Benton to him, anyway? He had only taught Benton for his own benefit. They shared no blood ties.

Mount Westeclaud? It was merely because Benton's mystic arts skills were ancient and powerful that he, a martial arts grandmaster, had allied with them to foster the growth of martial arts in West Seaty. Nothing more.

Mount Westeclaud had foolishly crossed paths with a modern-day myth. If they were wiped out, they had only themselves to blame.

The others felt a chilling dread grip them, their hearts plummeting into darkness.

The Janson family, Mount Westeclaud, and the other elite clans in attendance were all titans who had weathered countless storms over decades, if not centuries. They might have done some heinous things, things that would send shivers down one's spine, but nothing like that casual execution.

At his
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