The battlefield was perilous at every moment. Iris Lloyd had just been about to tell Emptiness to stay alert, but when he turned back, he froze on the spot.Adrian hardly needed their concern at all. Watching him drop a Mythical Tier opponent with every punch, it was plain that he did not regard those old priests as worth his attention.Iris Lloyd was not the only one left stunned—Master Nelson and the others were equally shaken.A scene in which someone beat Mythical Tier experts as though they were little more than sandbags was something they had never even dared imagine.Yet Adrian had not only done it—he made it look effortless.At that point, the word genius no longer came close to describing him.Emptiness shrugged.“I told you long ago, didn’t I? There’s no need to worry so much. Mr. Doyle has his own rhythm.”And it truly was Adrian’s rhythm. Others might wish to imitate it, but they would first need the strength to do so.Seeing that the elders were now visibly no match for A

It was a terrifyingly overbearing force. Even though Oscar threw up both hands to block it, he still could not stop himself from being driven backward.Preston stood frozen in shock. He had already stepped into the Mythical Tier, and he knew full well that when true masters clashed, superiority and inferiority were often decided in a single move.And now, who stood above whom was painfully obvious.“Senior Brother!”Preston hurried forward to support Oscar, only to be sent sprawling to the ground by Aotian with a single palm strike.Master Nelson was so shaken he nearly lost the power of speech.He might have doubted his own eyes, but he would never doubt a Divine Tier warrior.“In this world, only a handful can contend with a Divine Tier fighter. Could that young man possibly stand even above the Divine Tier?”The other two sect masters were too stunned to speak. Emptiness, however, gave a firm nod.“It seems this poor monk has underestimated Mr. Doyle.”Oscar had no intention of con

The laughter died on their lips, but Adrian and Iris Lloyd were having the time of their lives.“The monk is amazing—hit them! Yes, that one, beat him!”“Monks really are the best. They beat people without even crying out in pain!”“Master! You are the true master in my eyes!”“Go, monk! I’m rooting for you!”With nothing better to do, Adrian and Iris Lloyd wholeheartedly embraced the role of spectators, cheering Emptiness on with wild enthusiasm.In less than a minute, after putting down more than a dozen bodyguards, Emptiness turned around wearing a deeply aggrieved expression.The sort that could not possibly be soothed.The two of them had enjoyed themselves thoroughly, while the monk had nearly been provoked into a heart attack.“Benefactors, what grievance have I ever committed against you?”Adrian and Iris Lloyd exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.Emptiness shook his head and could only choose magnanimity, if only because he could not beat either of them.As for the thr

Seeing that Adrian truly had no intention of pursuing the matter, Michael Mercer and the others prepared to take their leave.After all, this was a banquet the three sect masters had arranged for an honored guest; it would hardly be appropriate for them to remain.“Many thanks to our benefactor and the three masters for your mercy. We will take these disgraceful children home and discipline them strictly.”Once Michael Mercer and his group had gone, the three sect masters finally took their seats.“The three great families of Mistfield City are, in truth, helping us manage certain business interests. The patriarchs know this, but the rest of their households may not.”Having said that, Levi Nelson raised his glass.“Our thanks once again to Mr. Doyle for saving our lives, as well as the lives of our disciples.”Adrian waved a hand and lifted his own glass.“It was nothing more than a matter of convenience. The three masters are too courteous.”“Deeds matter more than intentions.”Levi

Jasper Emerson tipped his head back and let out a long, helpless sigh. What on earth were they supposed to do?“Let me try.”William Lane spoke up, and Jasper Emerson nodded at once.“All right. As long as there’s even the slightest chance, we can’t give up.”William Lane took out his roll of needles. Ever since Adrian had taught him the art of acupuncture, he had practiced with relentless discipline almost every single day.Now that the moment had finally come when those skills might truly matter, he drew a slow breath and steadied himself.His eyes settled on the child in the gravest condition, and he walked over with calm determination.Holding the needle with utmost concentration, he inserted the first one into the child’s body, then the second, then the third...A fine sheen of sweat had already spread across William Lane’s forehead, yet he did not dare relax for even a second.By the time he placed the fifth needle, the child’s condition finally began to improve.“Incredible—the