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The Sect Master of Beasts Sect urgently voiced their consensus, “The Beasts Sect will also pull out of this year’s
final exam at Atheville. This way, no one can accuse us of playing dirty.”
With a labored breath, Jaime Carter chimed in, “The... The Ancient Tomb Sect will pull out as well!”
To prevent the certain death of the applicants from the Four Great Martial Houses, they had no choice but to
retreat.
We’ll just make our comeback next year!
“Let’s go!”
The Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect gestured for his members to depart.
“Stop!”
Zeke hissed coldly, “Who said you could leave? The examinees of the Four Great Martial Houses have to participate
today as well. Anyone who tries to leave will be promptly killed.”
The Sect Masters of Mount Ymir Sect and Beasts Sect quaked in terror.
They could tell that Zeke was intentionally targeting the Four Great Martial Houses.
Zeke was hell-bent on purging the Four Great Martial Houses.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWe have no choice.
We have to show our hand.
However, the man behind them was a recluse who refused to make an appearance unless circumstances were
dire.
A man suddenly emerged from the crowd of Four Great Martial Houses members.
He bellowed, “As a martial artist from Eurasia, I have the freedom to decide if I want to join the Martial Artist
National Examination. If I want to leave, even the king won’t be able to stop me. Moreover, I am the vice-president
of the Mount Agra Martial Artists Association. I’m an official public servant. If you order your men to harm me, you’ll
be harming a civil service officer. You’ll be heavily penalized!”
The man who had spoken was the son of the Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect.
He was full of youthful spry and confrontational heat.
He had been spoilt rotten by his father, the Sect Master of the Mount Ymir Sect, and was now an impertinent man
who regarded himself as above all others.
His arrogant performance was due to his assumption that Zeke was only issuing empty threats. He was sure Zeke
would not actually lay a hand on anyone.
Zeke smirked sinisterly. “You’re wrong. I’m not going to injure you. I’m going to take your life! Go!”
The Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect was astonished.
Due to his ability to read a situation, which stemmed from his wealth of life experience, he knew Zeke would make
good on his word.
What’s wrong with that idiot son of mine? Why’s he still mouthing off to Zeke Williams? Does he really want to die
that badly?
Although he had instinctively moved to step in, he was too late.
Several snipers perched on a nearby mountain had already had their marks aimed directly at his son.
The thunderous smattering of gunshots attacked the ears of everyone present.
Accompanying it was the horrible howl of agony that was let out by his son.
His body was perforated by countless bullets, and he collapsed into a growing pool of crimson blood.
The examinees, who were about to leave, were all stopped short by such a ghastly scene.
Fear closed its jaws around all of them, trapping them within.
They had assumed that the Great Marshal would not shoot.
But he had just proved them wrong.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“My son!”
The Sect Master of the Mount Ymir Sect cried out as he collapsed beside his son and hugged him tight against him.
Using his final breath, his boy murmured, “Get... Revenge... For... Me...” A spurt of blood followed every choked-out
word.
Then, he was gone.
“Ahhhh!”
The Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect screamed towards the heavens.
“Die, Zeke Williams! You will pay for killing my son!”
Zeke’s lip curled upwards faintly. “Hit me with your best shot. If you fail to take me down, all members of the Four
Great Martial Houses will die today!”
The Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth. “Sure, sure, sure! Let’s put an end
to everything today!”
As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and called the mysterious man behind it all.
Zeke turned his attention to the commoner martial artists who were standing around.
“My fellow martial artists, I believe that there are some among you who are like Jeager Link. You were bullied out of
participating in the final exam in Atheville by the Four Great Martial Houses. Be a man and step forward. Take part
in this year’s final exam.”
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