He would be defeated if the battle persisted.

However, Donovan had lost all fighting spirit. Seeing that James was charging toward him, his face paled, and he staggered backward. “Save me, Grand Patriarch!”

His cry reverberated throughout Mount Littleroot as Donovan began calling for help.

Seeing this, James’ heart skipped a beat.

He knew that Donovan was begging for help, so he had to kill him as soon as possible. Thankfully, he was disguised as someone else, or else he would incur the wrath of the Blithes after this was over. Even if he killed Donovan, the Blithes would never know who the culprit was.

As these thoughts flashed across his mind, he swiftly charged at Donovan. Raising his hand, strong True Energy gathered in his palm.

“Such audacity to act so insolently on Mount Littleroot… What do you take the Blithes for?”

Just as James’ fist was about to make contact with Donovan, a voice boomed and reverberated throughout the mountains.

Then, powerful energy burst in