The Man’s Decree

Chapter 1490 The Secret In The Dungeon

The Warriors Alliance in Jadeborough was packed to the rafters. Many sects had no choice but to seek out the Warriors Alliance when their efforts to meet with Mr. Sanders ended up fruitless. Ryker and Edgar were also among the crowd.

Initially, Edgar wasn’t at all worried. He had the confidence to deal with the black-robed man as long as he could absorb Renee’s powers and obtain her armor.

Alas, he couldn’t procure her armor even after using all sorts of methods in the past two days. Her armor had already fused with her person, so it could only be removed when it materialized.

He couldn’t do anything to her before acquiring the armor, so he could only come up with another solution.

The fact that rumors were abounding that the black-robed man was Gilbert terrified him to the core. While he had never witnessed the latter’s capabilities in person, he had heard about them from Ryker.

Back then, the Deragon family had taken part in the effort to arrest Gilbert, and Ryker had been among them. As the largest martial arts family in Jadeborough, they had naturally contributed the most.

would be in grave danger. Therefore, Ryker had brought Edgar over to seek the Warriors

eye to things, so the Warriors Alliance must step forward and do something. If the Warriors

already sent out men to investigate, but the black-robed man’s movements are unpredictable, without a set pattern. That makes things very difficult for me,” Zion

Gilbert, President Zeigler. Do

“No.”

his

President Zeigler?” Edgar couldn’t help wondering at

have been him. How could a person who had been dead for over twenty years return to life? It’s just an empty rumor to incite panic in the martial arts world. I can guarantee you that it’s absolutely not him. That aside, the black-robed man is still beneath Gilbert despite his immense capabilities. At that time, Gilbert was already a Fifth Level Martial Arts Marquis. Now that twenty years have passed, he would’ve long since attained Greater Martial Arts Marquis or even Martial Arts Saint. Think

Edgar listened, he nodded every so often, feeling

could it be if it

likewise, wore a frown, having no idea as to the identity of the black-robed man and his