"Save your breath. None of you will be leaving with any treasures from here!" The taunting words
echoed, followed by laughter.
A horde of martial artists streamed in, swiftly sealing off the exit. Among these martial artists, two
distinct factions emerged—the elites of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect.
Notably, familiar faces like Yonah and Bran stood out in the crowd.
The combined forces of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect not only boasted increased
numbers but also featured a substantial influx of skilled elites. Virtually every official, guardian, and
elder from both sects was in attendance.
It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that more than 80% of the total strength of both factions had
been assembled.
"Ms. Linsor, we meet again!" Bran sneered, and his eyes filled with greed.
Upon entering the palace, the floor sparkled with gold and silver treasures. The tomb, in particular, held
precious items, like the tempting pool of soul elixir. The allure was irresistible.
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power to elevate the Frostwing Sect into a force to be reckoned with—a sect renowned across the
world.
Yonah advanced, drawing his sword with a menacing presence.
"Put down your weapons, hand over your jewelry, and maybe you'll get to walk away in one piece.
Anyone brave enough to resist will be handled without mercy."
The elites from the Drakes Dominion Order and Frostwing Sect had just arrived, and Yonah remained
undaunted. Not even Dustin posed a concern for him. After all, despite Dustin's strength, he was just
one person.
The combined forces of the Drakes Dominion Order and Frostwing Sect comprised dozens of
accomplished elites, some halfway to becoming a grandmaster and even two grandmaster martial
artists. With this formidable force united, dominating the southwest seemed within their grasp.
"Ah, shoot! They've got the elites from both the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect in the
mix. This just turned into a real mess," Garrett muttered, wearing a grim expression. Just as they laid
their hands on those treasures, unexpected hurdles popped up.
Sophia's voice trembled as panic set in. "Jackson, what should we do?"
The potential loss of the treasures weighed heavily on her. She found herself outnumbered and
helpless against the elites from the Drakes Dominion Order and Frostwing Sect.
Even with potential reinforcements from the Harmony Sect, there was no guarantee it would be enough
to change the situation.
"I didn't anticipate them showing up so soon. Fate's got a knack for throwing curveballs," Jackson
mused with a frown.
Facing off against both the Drakes Dominion Order and Frostwing Sect with their current strength was
a surefire way to end up with no gains whatsoever.
The odds were against them, and victory seemed unlikely without the timely arrival of the Embersteel
Order's experts.
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The real dilemma lay in not knowing how long they could endure. The catch was waiting for the elite
Embersteel members, which might prove to be too much of a gamble.
"What? Do you really think there's still a chance for you to turn this around? If anyone disagrees, speak
up now. Let's see how far your confidence goes!" Yonah exclaimed, fixing a stern gaze on the group.
Bran smirked and said, "True heroes are those who understand the situation. I advise you not to resist
recklessly. Blades and swords have no eyes. So, don't gamble your lives for a measly sum."
"What should we do? Should we confront them?" Garrett whispered to Grace. He felt a spark of
optimism, knowing that Dustin, a grandmaster martial artist, was part of their group.
"Stay calm. Let's try negotiating," Grace replied.
She took a step forward, raising her voice. "Dear elders, we've gathered here for the pursuit of wealth.
Let's avoid unnecessary conflict. In my view, we can collaborate and share the treasures."
A skeptical voice responded, "Share? Ha! Do you even deserve it?"