NovelOnlineIn the Drakes Dominion Order sect, Tobias Blackwell, a senior in a green robe, snorted disdainfully.
As an elder within the sect, he was halfway to becoming a grandmaster. With a formidable background and
impressive combat prowess, he could even match with a grandmaster martial artist.
"Mr. Blackwell is right. None of you even deserve to negotiate with us," Yonah declared coldly.
They were resolute in their determination to succeed. Hence, surrendering their precious treasures was out of
the question.
"We're not to be underestimated despite the challenges posed by the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing
Sect. The outcof a showdown is still uncertain," Grace stated coldly.
She didn't desire an all-out war, but if the opposing side persisted, she wouldn't hesitate to unleash her full force.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Hmph! You're giving yourselves too much credit! What makes your ragtag team think you can match up to us?"
Tobias sneered.
He believed a team of inexperienced newcomers had no right to challenge the Drakes Dominion Order.
"Hey, mind your words. It's better to be respectful. Otherwise, | won't hesitate to silence you," Dustin warned
sternly, stepping up beside Grace.
He had been annoyed by the members of the Drakes Dominion Order for a while. But he refrained from
confrontation to avoid jeopardizing their quest for the Dracan essence. Now that the mission was accomplished,
there was no need to hold back any longer.
"Insolence! Who dares to spout such nonsense in my presence?" Tobias roared, projecting an imposing presence.
"Mr. Blackwell, watch out for this young man. He took down the black serpent by himself, and | believe he's at
the level of a grandmaster martial artist," Yonah cautioned.
In Yonah's eyes, Dustin was the only one among the opponents who truly posed a threat. The rest weren't even
worth acknowledging.
"What? Is this kid a grandmaster martial artist? Seriously?" Tobias was taken aback, and the intimidating
presence he had just exuded quickly faded, replaced by sheer astonishment.
He couldn't wrap his head around the idea of Dustin, barely in his twenties, being a grandmaster martial artist.
Tobias pondered whether such an exceptional talent truly existed in the Southwest region. Despite his best
efforts, he couldn't recall ever hearing about Dustin before.
"Well, as unbelievable as It may sound, If s the truth," Yonah affirmed witn a nod.
"No wonder this kid acts so cocky," Tobias remarked, his brow furrowing in slight embarrassment.
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While he was undeniably strong, taking on a grandmaster martial artist was a challenge that seemed a bit out of
his league.
The middle-aged man was dressed elegantly, and he clapped his hands. "Achieving grandmaster level at such a
young age is truly impressive." As he approached, the crowd parted, acknowledging his authority.
Dustin asked calmly, "And who might you be?"
The middle-aged man smiled and replied, "I'm Damien Howler, the master of the Drakes Dominion Order."
Upon hearing that, Jackson, Sophia, Garrett, and the others displayed a noticeable change in their expressions.
Damien's nwas familiar to all—not just as the master of the Drakes Dominion Order but also as the ultimate
grandmaster in the Southwest.
He was a powerhouse known for his unmatched strength and an unbeaten record. The unexpected personal
intervention by someone of Damien's stature was about to complicate things.
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