Glen was scowling a little less the next day, as he received all the martial artists who were arriving at the conference hall.

Frank, Vicky, Til, and everyone else were there, just as a retainer hurried inside and announced, "We have visitors from Cloud Nine Sect asking to see you, Mr. Turnbull." "Cloudnine Sect? Already?!"

Glen exclaimed in delight. "The branch families really have some decent connections! Quick, show them in!"

"Yes, Mr. Turnbull," the retainer replied and turned to leave.

Soon, a sonorous laughter echoed from a door, as a bearded man with bulging muscles and stood over two meters tall strode in.

He was wearing shades, and he had a giant machete slung over his back, with several lackeys in tow.

The man must at least weigh over two hundred pounds, and the ground almost seemed to shake with every step he took.

In fact, the faces of many other martial artists fell when they saw that burly man.

Wild Blade?! What's he

The man doesn't care about friend or foe when he

bring in a jinx

left Glen's smile stiffening-even

his savagery, as

when someone from a rivaling sect

enclave and bathed it in blood, leaving

be a berserker, he really was a madman who

individually strong and was halfway through Ascendant rank in his

think that Cloudnine Sect

was smiling in greeting despite his panic and

Thud!

himself on an armchair, he kept his

was in Glen's presence, he showed

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