In the afternoon, several black SUVs abruptly screeched to a halt right in front of the entrance to Park Place. The doors opened, and the first to get out was a young man dressed in bright-colored clothes. With his handsome features and lofty demeanor, he carried an imposing presence. Following behind him were a group of martial artists clad in eccentric uniforms, each of them emanating an intimidating air with their controlled breaths. It was evident that they were far from ordinary. "This is the Harmon family's territory. All of you, leave immediately!" the two bodyguards by the entrance warned them. "Too loud." With a wave of his hand, the two bodyguards flew away as blood spurted from their mouths. It was as if they were hit by a speeding car. The group of people then strutted into Park Place. In the hall, Natasha was enjoying tea, and a copy of a financial report was in her hands. These past few days, because of the invention of Immortunol, business was going very well for

With a groan, his eyes widened as he convulsed. Soon, he turned stiff. He was rooted in place with no signs of breath. "Hey! What are you dawdling for? If you can't do it, we'll go instead. Don't make us wait longer!" "That's right! There are so many of us waiting for our turn. Can you be faster?" Nobody noticed anything strange. They were rushing him instead. "Hey! We're talking to you. Are you deaf?" A muscular man walked up and nudged his shoulder. Immediately, like a statue that had lost its balance, the bald man toppled to the ground. The muscular man was shocked and extended out his hand. "What the fuck? He's not breathing!" He'd just finished his sentence when another faint whistle was heard. A second gold needle sliced through the air and embedded straight between his brows. Falling to the ground with his head up, he died instantly. "What's happening?" Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They only reacted when they saw blood between the victims' eyebrows.

"Uh … " Isfrid was bewildered at the sight of the head beside her feet. Who would have imagined that the mighty and incomparable Darkwrath would be killed so easily? He was ranked eighth of The Hundred Immortals! He had decapitated the entirety of team five on his own. It was preposterous for him to be killed with one strike of the sword. "What?" Looking at the headless body, Fletcher was taken aback as well. He knew Dustin was strong but didn't realize he was that strong. With just a strike of his sword, he killed Darkwrath, ranked eighth of The Hundred Immortals. It seemed like only Judge, who was ranked third, would be able to suppress his formidable strength. "You … you killed my brother?" Lightwrath finally stood. His pale face appeared ghastly. He allowed his brother to play his game of cat and mouse without intervening since victory was within reach. He didn't expect a highly skilled martial artist to be hidden among them. On top of that, that highly skilled martial arti

Under Joshua's impressive prowess, the guests in the hall began to retreat involuntarily. It felt as if rocks were pressing on their chests as their breathing grew heavy. "Damn! Mr. Hummer is impressive. He's already achieved divinity!" "He's truly deserving to be Boulderthorn's genius. To achieve divinity before the age of thirty, he's truly a terrifying man." "Although a low-level and divine-level martial artist only differed in a single word, the disparity in strength, just like their name, was like heaven and earth. This kid's strong, but he's still a weakling in front of Mr. Hummer." The crowd started a frenzied discussion as they witnessed Joshua's imposing presence and arrogance. At that moment, Tina, who was among the crowd, burst into laughter. "You fucking bastard! How dare you cause a scene at Hummer Villa? Look at yourself in the mirror! Give him a good beating for me, Joshua!" "I have good taste in men. He's so cool." Jade's lips curled up into a smile, and she

Joshua gritted his teeth and brandished his dagger again. "Die!" He exerted all his strength into this attack, channeling every ounce of his internal energy. He believed Dustin wouldn't be able to block the attack even if he was made of steel. "Hmph!" Dustin had clearly lost his patience. As he watched the oncoming assault, he moved and grabbed the blade firmly. Tightening his grip, two crisp metallic crunches were heard, and the dagger made of refined iron was crushed into pieces. "What?" Joshua was bewildered. Before Joshua reacted, Dustin extended out his arm again, pressing a finger on his chest. "Boom!"The next second, it felt as if his bones had disintegrated as he fell limp to the ground. Feeling numb all over, he couldn't move an inch. "You … What did you do to me?" Joshua was shocked and horrified. He never dreamed that he would be defeated by an unknown kid. He was a divine-level martial artist! Boulderthorn's direct disciple! He should have been invincible