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Chapter 1074
In the early morning, Andrius waited on the path they would take to climb the mountain. His Argentum Qilin Spear
was planted on the ground as he silently awaited their arrival.
After a moment, the first rays of sunlight illuminated the earth, and Mount Valdez welcomed its first wave of
visitors.
They were the Beholden Clan from the northeast. They were considered a somewhat famous faction in the
northeastern region.
The group was comprised of seven to eight people led by an elderly man with gloomy eyes. He appeared to be in
his sixties to seventies and had deep calluses on his hands, indicating that he was proficient in palm techniques.
He was the clan master of the Beholden Clan, Monty Blevin, a mid–stage Martial Emperor.
Behind him were the Beholden Clan’s elders and core disciples.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOne of the core disciples saw Andrius blocking the road and was instantly furious. He approached Andrius and
scolded him arrogantly, “Boy, can’t you see that the Beholden Clan wants to ascend the mountain? Get out of the
way!”
Andrius lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, but did not speak or show any intention of giving way.
“Wha-…”
The core disciple’s temper flared.
In the northeast, everyone had to show respect to the Beholden Clan. Thus, they were usually arrogant and
domineering, not caring about anyone.
However, today…
“Since you want to do this the hard way, I’ll teach you a lesson today!”
With that, a cold light flashed in the core disciple’s eyes as he tried to kick Andrius aside.
Smack!
The next moment, Andrius rose and slapped him, sending the disciple flying.
Blood spurted in mid–air. His head and mouth twisted, and his teeth fell out.
When he got up again, he pointed at Andrius with a trembling finger, his words breathy, “Y- you… “You’re seeking
death!”
Andrius‘ provocative actions angered the clan master, Monty.
Without any visible movement, he suddenly shot up from the ground like an unsheathed
sword aiming toward Andrius. His palms were in front of him, sending a fierce palm wind.
It was the ultimate technique of the Beholden Clan–the Mistique Palm!
Andrius only sneered at the attack.
He suddenly gripped the Argentum Qilin Spear in his left hand. When Monty approached, the spear flickered and
avoided the palms, then pierced into Monty’s chest.
In just half a move, Andrius took down the master of the Beholden Clan.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“pfft…” Monty sprayed out a mouthful of blood and struggled on the ground, blood continuously oozing from his
mouth. Then, his head tilted.
He was dead.
“Clan Master!”
“Clan Master!”
“Clan Master, you can’t die…”
The Beholden Clan’s disciples were in chaos as they surrounded him. The remaining elders glared at Andrius, full of
anger but also extremely fearful of his strength. They did not dare to avenge their clan master.
Swoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
At that moment, a group of experts appeared behind Andrius.
The leader was the confidant who followed the Insect Ruler yesterday. If Andrius’s memory was correct, his name
was Gil.
Andrius‘ expression darkened when he saw these people appear, and he said coldly, “What are you doing here?”
“Of course, we’re here to help the Wolf King kill them!” Gil said ruthlessly.
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