An Understated Dominance

“Frankly, my fellow sect leaders, this young man has deep ties with my Mystic Arts Order, so the outcome is still uncertain.”

Penelope Solace spoke suddenly, her thin lips curling into a knowing smile. Moments earlier, a subordinate had informed her that Dustin was quite close to her granddaughter, Abigail.

Since joining the church, Abigail had shown no interest in any man. If this were their first encounter, she wouldn’t be so familiar with Dustin.

Though Dustin had altered his appearance, Abigail had likely deduced his identity.

If nothing unexpected happens, this young man should be Dustin Rhys, who sits atop the Legendary List and is the future King of West Lucozia. Expecting him to join a martial arts sect is far-fetched.

Even if Dustin agreed, the court would never allow it.

Of course, Penelope’s goal wasn’t really to win an argument—she just wanted to stir up trouble. She was eager to see the expressions on the two clan leaders’ faces after they quarreled and ended up with nothing. The thought amused her.

“Master Solace, martial artists have always kept their distance from your Mystic Arts Order. Besides, your Order’s skills aren’t suitable for ordinary people. Why get involved?” Cyrus Hadley remarked coolly.

“Exactly, Master Solace. Some things just aren’t meant to be. I don’t think this boy is destined for your Mystic Arts Order, so let’s drop it,” Alloy Marshall chimed in.

Although Alloy and Cyrus were rivals, he welcomed any chance to eliminate a potential threat.

“How can you be so sure without trying? Perhaps this boy is drawn to the profound techniques of our Mystic Arts Order,” Penelope replied with a sly grin.

shall see,”

Sword Union’s reputation and his

the Sword Union has always been revered as the

Sword Union, which is his greatest

end,” Alloy Marshall said with a smile, saying no more. Dustin was already a guest of the Celestial Alliance and was close to his two daughters, Kassidy and Noemi. If he could bring them together, he might even

daughters were stunning beauties. If things worked out, the status

the ring as the victor,

stage and announced loudly, “The ninth match is about to begin. Contestant No. 9 and Contestant

He wore half a Shura

six feet long, resembling a small coffin, and hung diagonally on

the box on the ground with

a Shura mask—could this be

him as he

expert on the

skilled in cultivation, a master of hidden weapons and poisons, and extremely lethal. If you cross him, you could lose

Box. It’s said to hold

the Tardif Sect’s sacred artifact—the Thousand Machine Box.

buzzed

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