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Chapter 687
"How is that possible?" Everyone's jaws dropped. Even Herman hadn't been able to withstand a single strike from the Dark Lord, so how was the feeble old man still standing?"I—is this really happening? Mr. Robinson blocked the attack with his body?" Jacob's eyes were wide. "Holy shit! When did he become so powerful?" Trent gulped, his face stunned in disbelief. Although Hector didn't say anything, the shock was written all over his face."I didn't know there was someone so strong in the Harmon family!" Herman and Leon were secretly in awe. Even if the Dark Lord hadn't used all his might, his attack was still more than what most people could withstand. "What?" The Dark Lord staggered backward, flabbergasted. He had used eighty percent of his strength just now, yet Mr. Robinson had blocked his attack like it was nothing. "You should stop now." Mr. Robinson shook his head, a clear warning in his eyes."Shut up! I'm going to kill you!" The Dark Lord's gaze hardened. He took out a
Chapter 688
"Michael Robinson?" As soon as everyone heard the name, their jaws dropped in shock. Michael Robinson, one of the five ultimate grandmasters in Balerno, was just as renowned as Paul Hill and was a legendary figure with an amazing reputation. Ten years ago, he single-handedly defended Westward Fortress by himself. He defeated three foreign ultimate grandmasters and repelled tens of thousands of enemies from breaking in. With him alone as defense, his opponents hadn't been able to step a single foot in, and this battle had made him famous. In a short year, word of his achievements spread far and wide, making him known as one of the strongest people in Balerno. No one expected the same person, who had gone missing for years, to suddenly appear here as an ordinary family servant. It showed that one should never judge a book by its cover."Mr. Robinson is the Grandmaster Michael Robinson? How is that possible?" Hector was dismayed. Michael Robinson was their family's ultimate trump c
Chapter 689
The Dark Lord snuck away giddily, praising himself for his quick thinking that saved him from his death. There was no way he could have won against a monster like Michael. Only an idiot would have challenged that man. After getting over the scare, the Dark Lord thought of something and smiled. "So what if my opponent is the legendary Michael Robinson? I still got away. He's just a piece of trash!"Suddenly, his grin froze as he sensed danger coming from behind. He instinctively turned around to see a beam of light shooting toward him at lightning speed. "Aargh!" The Dark Lord shrieked in terror. He immediately used all his energy to form a shield. However, the barrier shattered as soon as it touched the light, which pierced his body. He howled in pain as he fell out of the sky and into the bushes. "Great job!" The crowd cheered. They thought that the Dark Lord would get away once more, but all it took was for Michael to throw his sword like a javelin to take the Dark Lord down.
Chapter 690
Amidst the heavy snowfall, a figure in black dashed on frantically, ignoring the fierce winds. Blood trickled out of his wounds and dripped onto the fresh snow beneath him. "That piece of shit. He nearly killed me! Thank God I used Blood Shield, or I'd be dead meat by now!" The Dark Lord gritted his teeth, only letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was on this trail, his face still ashen. Michael's final attack had been so strong that it had pierced his protective barrier and even managed to cut through his ametrine armor, leaving a deep gash on his back. If it weren't for that armor, he'd be dead by now. No wonder so many people feared the five Grandmasters. Fortunately, he managed to survive, and he even got some shocking information. The Dark Lord wheezed and coughed out blood as he dragged his battered body toward his hiding spot. After ten minutes, he finally reached a hidden area in the courtyard. "Who are you?" Several masked women jumped out, firmly clutc
Chapter 691
"What is it?" Azalea asked curiously. "You've heard of the Mystic Arts Order, haven't you?" "Of course. It's the greatest dark faction of all time. It's even on par with Stonia's Celestial Alliance," Azalea answered. The Mystic Arts Order was a mysterious faction. Despite having only a few disciples, everyone in the group was trained in the mystic arts as well as martial arts. And because of their ruthless way of killing their targets discreetly, they quickly became the strongest dark faction of all time."I used to be part of the group," The Dark Lord said wistfully. "I might not have been the brightest disciple there, but I was still a talented individual with a bright future. However, I was kicked out after committing a crime.""Do you still wish to return there?" Azalea asked. "Of course." The Dark Lord nodded. "That place is like heaven to people like us. It's filled with numerous secret arts and is home to many powerful fighters. If I can get back in, I'd be far stronge
Chapter 692
"Ugh … " The Dark Lord was stunned. With his eyes wide open, he looked at the knife in his chest, then up at the smirking Azalea. His pale face was a mix of shock, disbelief, and confusion. It happened so suddenly that he still hadn't registered that he had been stabbed."W—why?" The Dark Lord asked in disbelief. He never expected his most beloved disciple to kill him."Your skills have greatly plummeted since you're seriously injured, rendering you defenseless. Today is the best day to kill you." Azalea smiled. "By the way, I applied some Tranqurin on my blade. You're just like a little lamb waiting to be sacrificed now.""I've treated you well. Why would you betray me? Just when have I ever treated you badly?" The Dark Lord trembled, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. "You've never treated me badly. In a way, you've been quite kind to me. However, you still have to die," Azalea said plainly. "Why … why? Why!" The Dark Lord's emotions surged as he grabbed Azalea's ha
Chapter 693
"No, impossible! You were only six years old back then, and you were fast asleep!" The Dark Lord shook his head furiously.Azalea responded, "I'd be dead now if I hadn't pretended to be asleep.""You—!" The Dark Lord was at a loss for words. He could not believe an experienced fighter like him had been played by a six-year-old. "Since you now know the truth, you can die now." Azalea flashed a smile again."Wait! You can't kill me!" The Dark Lord panicked as he clamored, "Don't forget that you still carry the curse that I planted in you. If I die, you won't survive either!" He would plant a venomous curse on every new disciple. The first reason was to control them better, while the second was to prevent betrayals. The current situation was a perfect example. "The curse? You mean this?" Azalea smiled playfully and took out a clear glass bottle. Inside was a red centipede. "H—how did you get it out?" The Dark Lord's expression shifted. The curse he planted was connected to him;
Chapter 694
As night fell deeper, the snow fell heavier. Meanwhile, Hector and the others stood outside the Harmons' meeting room, waiting in silence. They occasionally stole glances inside, where Michael and Dustin were engaged in a hushed conversation. Half an hour earlier, Michael had asked everyone to leave so he could speak to Dustin privately."Mr. Rhys, that's the gist of what happened. I concealed my identity to hide from the enemy and protect Abigail from harm." Michael poured his heart out, finally releasing all the feelings he had bottled up. "I never expected that Abigail's mother would turn out to be the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order." Dustin was shocked. The Mystic Arts Order was known as the most formidable dark faction in existence, composed of talented individuals and high-level experts. The position of Grand Sorceress was prestigious. Dustin had always been curious about the protective seal inside Abigail. With her mother's identity as the Grand Sorceress reveal
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