Zion lost his balance, hurtling through the air before slamming into a wall, creating a deep crater. Everyone gasped. Zion, the Martial League of Grayvale's branch leader and a powerful ninth-grade fighter, had been defeated with a single strike. What kind of monster was Dustin?
Ignatius's eyes widened, his breath catching. How could Zion be beaten? What power did Dustin possess? Terror seized Ignatius; no one could protect him.
Zion clutched his chest, coughing, his eyes filled with terror, as if he'd seen a ghost. Dustin's skills were almost legendary, his power unfathomable. Zion's dreadful suspicion was confirmed.
"You are... a sovereign-grade fighter! A one-in-a-million Martial Saint!" he cried.
Silence fell. "A-A Martial Saint..." someone whispered. A Martial Saint surpassed even ninth-grade fighters; a dominating force in the martial world, capable of defeating armies, even under intense gunfire. Such individuals were nearly impossible to find in Lovellia, titans among men. Dustin's youth made his power incomprehensible; an unprecedented phenomenon in Lovellia's martial history.
"How could he be a Martial Saint?" Ignatius thought, chilled to the bone. Escape was impossible.
"Dustin, please let me go! I'll give you everything! Everything the Harmon family has!" Ignatius pleaded, attempting to bribe Dustin.
"Is that so?" Dustin scoffed. "Then tell me, who ordered you to destroy the Fox family?"
Ignatius cried out, his face paling. "I can't... I dare not say it!"
Dustin frowned. Ignatius's terror indicated a powerful mastermind. The Harmon family teetered on the brink of destruction, yet Ignatius wouldn't name the culprit.
"If you won't say it, you die!" Dustin said icily, striking. Ignatius's head rolled to the ground, the thud shattering the silence and eliciting cries of shock.
"Dustin Fox!" Zion yelled furiously, burdened by Ignatius's death. The Cave family massacre had already alarmed the higher-ups; the Harmon family's demise would be impossible to explain.
"Hell Guards!" Dustin called, unfazed by Zion's anger. Three figures in black appeared, bowing.
"Kill every Harmon family member. Leave no one alive—no women, no children. Kill them all!" he commanded coldly.
"Roger, My Liege!"
The Hell Guards rose, blades drawn, their murderous intent freezing the guests. Screams erupted as the Harmon family villa descended into chaos, a bloodbath. The Hell Guards ignored the fleeing guests, focusing solely on the Harmon family. None escaped.
Zion watched, powerless, his eyes wide. He realized, in horror, that the Hell Guards far surpassed him in power, a realization that shook him to his core. One thought dominated his mind: 'I'm done for. I'll lose my position as branch leader.'