At least, there was no one like that in Grayvale. Perhaps in Central Harbor, such figures existed, but they were exceedingly rare. Individuals like this could dominate the younger generation across the entire Lovellia. Henry’s expression became complicated. Thankfully, he had not offended Dustin too much and had tried to make amends just in time. Otherwise, it might have been him lying on the ground right now. Tyler remained silent. He was Grayvale’s top prodigy. This was the first time he had suffered such a crushing defeat. His opponent was a Legendary Martial Saint and was capable of utterly overpowering him as a ninth grade martial artist. What was there left to fight for? His gaze lingered bitterly on Allison. Although his defeat left him unwilling to accept it, strength spoke louder than desire. Swallowing his pain, Tyler struggled to his feet. “You’re strong. I’m no match for you right now…” he admitted slowly. “But no one knows the future, and

Nearly every bounty offered was in exchange for Dustin’s life. Besides, each bounty was worth more than the last. It had gotten to a point where it was a little unbelievable. Even Dustin was taken aback. It seemed that there were a lot of people who wanted him dead. There were also a few bounties offered for Dustin’s live capture. “Who are these people who want to kill me?” Dustin was confused. He was not active in big cities. Although he had indeed offended a lot of people, he had pretty much killed them all off. So, why were there suddenly all these bounties for his head? Last time, Elisa and Jaxon put a bounty on his head on the black market. However, bounty hunters had stopped coming for him after he killed a good number of them. “There are a lot of people who want you dead.” Jonathan felt a little resigned. “Maybe some of your enemies saw the way you eliminated the Cave and Harmon families and came up with the idea of hiring an assassin. The General of the W

Blood spurted under the light of the moon. Crimson seemed to be the only color in the McCall family villa’s garden. Dustin moved like a lightning strike. No one could see him clearly because of how quickly he moved. No one could stop his blade. He danced amid the blooms of blood and painted a beautiful picture of violence. The assassins used to be grim reapers in their own right. Yet, they were currently powerless and fell just as easily as ants. As Dustin’s blade flashed, more and more people kept falling. Some died with their faces filled with terror. Their deaths were pitiful. Some died with their eyes bulging in shock at the horror of Dustin’s attacks. Some died wearing an expression of deep remorse and regret for losing their lives in vain. The members of the McCall family were flabbergasted at the sight. Every single onlooker was. No one had ever imagined that they would be seeing such a sight. Never before had so many assassins gathered to attack the s

The figure seemed to be as light as a feather and practically floated in midair. He carried himself with power. The figure was clothed completely in black, and only his eyes showed through all the coverings. “A high-class Martial Saint!” Dustin announced evenly, and his gaze sharpened. The onlookers were all shocked. Legendary Martial Saints were rare, and most were in the beginner or intermediate classes. A high-class Martial Saint was nearly unheard of. Such people practically never made their presence known. They were mysterious and unfathomable. “Who is this? Why is he hiding his face?” The onlookers were confused and curious. Dustin eyed the man in black and snickered. “Mr. Graves, why do you need to hide your identity when you’ve come to kill me?” The man in black, Gareth Graves, was stunned. He never imagined that his disguise would be so easily seen through. “Were you hired by Lord Barbenheim or someone else?” Dustin asked mockingly. Gareth Gra

The threat of violence poured off Dustin. “That’s…” Jonathan’s eye twitched as his face stiffened. His eyes widened and filled him with fear. He seemed to have seen this kind of power before… Dustin’s murderous intent was so intense that it seemed like he wanted to destroy the whole world. Dustin moved, and it was like waves crashing upon the shore that blew the rocks to smithereens. His murderous intent filled the garden, and a sense of danger rose within everyone present. Allison covered her mouth, and her face turned pale. She was watching a true massacre. Limbs torn from the bodies littered the ground. Fresh blood sprayed everywhere… Dustin’s rampage this time was much bloodier than before. The dozens of powerful assassins had been killed in just an instant. They never even had the chance to escape. The onlookers were tongue-tied as they watched. Even Arthur had gone pale. He thought that these people would at least be able to stall Dustin for a m