Chapter 105

One of Dustin's Hell Guards attacked. Dustin, his face stony, walked over the bodies and through the gate. Elisa was dumbfounded. She had never witnessed such a gruesome scene, nor expected Dustin's audacity.

"How dare you?!"

More soldiers charged, attempting to capture him. Dustin remained silent and unyielding. His Hell Guards moved freely beside him, killing anyone who approached. Wherever Dustin walked, someone died.

A Blackguard burst into the living room. "Your Highness, Dustin Fox has killed our soldiers and is approaching!" The Wyatt sisters gasped. Was Dustin here to greet Lord Barbenheim? How could he kill his own soldiers? How incredibly foolish!

Lord Barbenheim paused his tea, sneering. "Then let's see how far he goes." He dispatched more men.

Dustin knew the Wyatt family villa intimately. He advanced, unstoppable. Lord Barbenheim's ordinary soldiers were no match for him.

"Dustin, have you lost your mind?! You're marching to your death! How dare you disrespect Lord Barbenheim's orders?!" Elisa cried, panicked. This terrifying Dustin was unlike the compliant man she knew. The difference was frightening. "Crawl to Lord Barbenheim! Then you can die without regrets! Don't drag us down with you!" she screamed, her voice hoarse.

"Get out of my sight, Elisa," Dustin said icily, his gaze ruthless.

Terrified, Elisa feared for her own life. "You're dead! No one can save you!" she threatened, moving forward.

Dustin snorted and turned. His Hell Guards continued their slaughter. Soldiers fell, their blood staining the Wyatt family villa. Elisa's face paled as she followed from a distance.

"Stop! Crawl!" a stern voice commanded. A ninth-grade fighter charged. Before he could reach Dustin, a Hell Guard killed him. Eighth- and ninth-grade fighters were insignificant.

A few paces further, another man stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back, appearing strong.

"All who disrespect Lord Barbenheim die," he said coldly, opening a fan. "If you don't crawl, I'll break your legs."

Dustin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Finally, a stronger opponent—another ninth-grade fighter, a true first-class elite capable of leading his own organization.

"Crawl or die?" the man demanded, his aura intimidating.

Dustin scowled, disliking his tone. "Kill him," he said icily.

A black figure shot forward, instantly reaching the ninth-grade fighter. The fighter's eyes widened in shock. The Hell Guard's knife flashed. Blood dripped. The fighter, eyes wide with shock and fear, dropped his fan and collapsed. The Hell Guard vanished. Dustin continued toward the living room, his face impassive.

"Your Highness, Mr. Howard is dead."

Lord Barbenheim froze. "He died? So soon?" A deep frown creased his brow.