Even a so-called Transcendent Martial King could not withstand relentless firepower. Lord Barbenheim was confident that his elite troops could handle one man with ease. The soldiers waited for over two hours. Finally, two figures appeared at the end of the empty street. Dustin walked at a steady pace with his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, Tyler carried a coffin over his shoulder. “He’s finally here…” the personal army commander said and sneered. He had been waiting for this moment to take Dustin’s head as a trophy for Lord Barbenheim. To these soldiers, Lord Barbenheim was their hero, and Dustin’s attack on him was unforgivable. “Dustin, did you come here to die? Do you even know what you’re walking into?” the commander asked condescendingly. “They say you’re some kind of Transcendent Martial King. How many of them do you think you can handle? A fifty? A hundred?” The commander smirked in disdain as he looked at the heavily armed personal army beh

Dustin shot a glance at Jonah. “The strongest assassin of Death Hall…” Dustin chuckled. “The top assassin in the world? He doesn’t deserve that title.” Then, he beckoned Jonah to come forward with a casual gesture. The crowd gasped. Was he truly so fearless even after knowing Jonah’s reputation? Jonah’s gaze turned ice-cold, and he moved in an instant. He was as fast as the wind. His every step was an embodiment of the precision and lethality of a top assassin. No one could see his movement clearly. Yet Dustin’s gaze followed him effortlessly. Jonah’s eyes narrowed when Dustin started moving. Jonah was famed for being the fastest among the top seven assassins of Death Hall. Speed was what he relied on for his countless successful missions. But he was facing someone even faster than him! Dustin’s movements were swift and overwhelming! Jonah’s composure faltered, and a flicker of shock shone in his eyes. It was not just Dustin’s agility that unsettled

He exuded a commanding presence without even trying as if he was born to stand above everyone else. When his cold gaze landed on Lord Barbenheim, it made him freeze in fear. At that moment, Lord Barbenheim did not care about anything else. Using all his strength, he fell out of his wheelchair and knelt before the young man. “I, Titus Williams, also known as Lord Barbenheim, report to Your Majesty!” he shouted respectfully. He was the king. He was the most powerful person in Lovellia. Back in Grayvale, Lord Barbenheim had not cared much about the authority of the Golden Hall in Central Harbor since he was far away. A few years ago, when the new king took the throne, many lords plotted against him. They pretended to obey him but secretly defied his rule. But this king was not one to be underestimated. In just a few years, he had crushed the rebellions and brought peace to Lovellia. “Lord Barbenheim, what is it that you need from me?” the young king asked calmly from his t

“At that point, the Divine Hall posted a message on the global black market to invite powerful forces to join them. Many groups got involved, but only a few ever interacted directly with the Blood God Messenger. “The ones who did were either influential leaders or incredibly strong martial artists, usually at the Martial King level. “To get their hands on the Fox family’s ultimate techniques and treasures, countless forces attacked the Fox family one night. But the Fox family was unbelievably strong. Their patriarch, Jonah Fox, was a true master. He even managed to kill two Transcendent Martial Kings on his own. “But when the Blood God Messenger arrived, everything changed. He was too powerful. Jonah, despite his strength, was seriously injured in just one move and couldn’t fight anymore. “The Blood God Messenger also defeated the other elite fighters in the Fox family, and the other forces started a massacre. The invading groups ransacked the villa, but in the end, they couldn

“What you’ve told me can only spare you from physical suffering. Otherwise, I would have skinned you alive and torn your tendons!” Lord Barbenheim’s face grew darker, but he did not give up and tried to make one last plea. “Spare me, and I’ll do anything! I can help you contact those involved and help you kill them all!” Dustin shook his head. “Do you think I need your help?” he asked in disdain. Lord Barbenheim fell silent. He did not know how to respond. What kind of standing did Dustin have? He was the Ultimate Death God from the Asura Hall, the Master of the Martial League, the Master of Star Tower, the Medical Sage, the King of Hades, and the War God. With a single command, many powerful people would risk their lives to help him. A fallen lord like Lord Barbenheim was of no use to him. “Dustin, don’t be so arrogant! The Divine Hall is too powerful for you to take on! If you keep going like this, you’ll end up with a tragic fate! “I know some secrets about the