Dustin's face hardened with anger. His killing intent silenced Zion.

"Yes, I wanted to investigate the Fox family case, but it's impossible. I'm just a branch leader in Grayvale. Even the Western regional leader couldn't do anything!"

"If I ask you to investigate, it's not an idle request," Dustin said indifferently.

Thud! He tossed something before Zion.

Zion stared, stunned. It was a token, worn but clearly significant. He frowned, picked it up, and examined it. The engraved word "Supreme" and the dragon logo below shocked him. His eyes widened; his hands trembled.

"It's...the Martial League's Supreme Token!" Zion exclaimed, incredulous.

He held it, confirming he wasn't hallucinating. A wave of shock washed over him. The Martial League's Supreme Token—owned only by the League's leader—was an absolute command. Zion couldn't believe Dustin had casually discarded it.

"Didn't the Supreme Token go missing with the League leader a decade ago? Why is it in his hand?" a companion asked, shocked.

Zion looked at Dustin, his mind racing. A Martial Saint at such a young age… Could it be…?

"Someone gave it to me, said it might be useful within the League," Dustin said casually.

Zion and the others gaped. Useful? This token commanded the entire Martial League! Did Dustin not understand the potential chaos? Did the missing League leader give it to him? Zion wondered, astonishment surging within him. Possession of the Supreme Token ensured respect throughout the martial world.

Who, then, was the surviving Fox family descendant?

"Zion, will you accept my order?" Dustin asked.

"I, Zion Larson, Grayvale branch leader, accept your order! Master Fox, give your command!" Zion knelt, holding the token. He never imagined wielding the Supreme Token.

"Temporarily investigate the Fox family massacre twenty years ago. If anyone obstructs you, show them this token and eliminate them!" Dustin stated.

"I accept your instructions!" Zion replied, agitated. The Fox family massacre was a deep wound; he'd longed to investigate. With the Supreme Token, who could stop him? The Martial League's power was unmatched; barring intervention from Lovellia's top forces, no one could restrain him.

"Master Fox, the Western General has dispatched forces to Grayvale. How shall we proceed?" Zion asked anxiously, regarding Dustin as the League's future leader. The Martial League and military were distinct entities.

"Don't worry about that. You may leave," Dustin dismissed him with a wave. "Understood."

Zion and his companions, wary, departed with the token. Dustin looked at the Harmon family heads, hatred blazing in his eyes. The Harmon family was destroyed, only the Western General remaining. He sneered.