He was... sent flying? The world seemed to freeze as the Mystic Kingpin was flung through the air by a mere slap from Fred. He landed hard on the ground. All eyes widened in shock as everyone froze in place. They were paralyzed by disbelief. After all, the legends of the Goldensilk Cocoon in South Carlos were the stuff of nightmares. When the Mystic Kingpin lunged at Fred, they had braced for an epic showdown. They did not expect a one-sided beatdown. The Mystic Kingpin could not even lay a finger on Fred, yet Fred’s slap sent him spiraling? The gap in their power was monumental. As the Mystic Kingpin had bragged before, the gulf between them seemed as vast as heaven and earth. Only now, it was Fred standing tall and the Mystic Kingpin in the dirt. "You... will regret this!" Pulling himself up, the Mystic Kingpin's face twisted in rage. However, deep down, the shock was undeniable. Inside him was the pure, unadulterated power of Goldensilk Cocoon—not some knock-off ve

Defeat? Had the Mystic Kingpin truly fallen just like that? All the escaping mysticwielders, Sagan Dion included, stopped dead in their tracks. Their eyes were wide with shock as they fixed them on the fallen Mystic Kingpin. While the Mystic Kingpin's earlier tussle with Fred could have been chalked up to underestimation, this defeat was undeniable. It was clear as day. What weighed most on their minds was that the Mystic Kingpin hadn’t just faced a simple defeat. There was no coming back from this. Every mysticwielder's power was bound to their respective cocoons. This cocoon was the core of a mysticwielder's life force! Now, the Mystic Kingpin's precious Goldensilk Cocoon, still in its nascent stage, rested in Fred's grasp. Given this, what chances did the Mystic Kingpin have to recover? His very life was on the line. Almost instinctively, the surrounding mysticwielders dropped to their knees before Fred, voices united in respect. "We... We stand before the Great One,

A puppet at someone else's command? What was Fred getting at? The Mystic Kingpin's brows crinkled in confusion as he retorted, "What are you implying?" "Aren't you aware?" Fred shook his head dismissively, glancing sideward. "You've been lurking in the shadows for quite some time. Isn't it about time you revealed yourself?" Someone's been watching? From the shadows? Swiftly, the Mystic Kingpin followed Fred's gaze. Emerging from the shadows was an elderly figure, the lines of age deeply etched on his face. His hair was a cascade of white. It was the Grand Elder, the Mystic Kingpin's most trusted advisor. "Grand Elder? What are you doing here?" The sight of Grand Elder made the Mystic Kingpin's heart sink. He was well-aware of the Grand Elder's past injuries, leaving him unfit for battle. Typically, the Grand Elder, with his unparalleled mystical techniques, remained secluded. He crafted powerful toxins for Mystic Kingpin and liaised with powerful mystics. Anytime da

In the depths of South Carlos, the wind howled. What was once a bustling scene had become quiet due to the massacre orchestrated and perpetrated by the Mystic Kingpin and the Grand Elder.Only Fred, the terrified Sagan, and the unconscious Rita remained at this moment. The atmosphere was noticeably more desolate.Sagan could not help but feel a sense of suffocation amid this silence. He felt like a mere ant before the formidable experts like Fred and the Grand Elder. It was as if his life was hanging by a thread at any moment.Fred, the revered Great One, was a living legend. He was known as the number one individual in the world. His strength was evident from his previous battle with the Mystic Kingpin, where he had demonstrated ease and even nonchalance. As for the Grand Elder, any impression of harmlessness had long vanished. His cunning use of the Mystic Kingpin as a pawn, combined with his calm demeanor even after witnessing Fred's power, indicated that he was also incredibly

There was a deafening roar from the palm strike delivered by the middle-aged man in this previously tranquil corner of South Carlos. Instantly, the heavens and the earth changed. Even the distinct, rugged mountain peaks, which could be considered characteristic features of South Carlo's landscape, had begun to collapse due to the force of the man's attack.The scene might not have been apocalyptic, but it was still awe-inspiring."Hahaha! I didn't expect to become this strong with the Goldensilk Cocoon!" The middle-aged man burst into wild laughter as he took in the astonishing aftermath caused by his palm strike. He glanced triumphantly at the spot where Fred had disappeared from after being struck by his palm. "Hehe, the only downside is that it seems I haven't fully adapted to this power yet. I failed to control the power behind that palm strike just now and ended up killing that brat!”He… killed him?Sagan was so shocked by the man’s palm strike just now that he had almost