Ster was a man who did as he said.


    He took his pistol and aimed it at Howard’s head.


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    Howard shuddered in fear when he saw the ck-colored muzzle.


    No one had ever dared point a gun at him in the past seventy years he had been alive.


    Yet now, he did not have the guts to lose his temper when a gun was pointed at him.


    Deep within his heart, he knew without a doubt that not only did Ster dare point a gun at him, but he


    was also brazen enough to pull the trigger and kill him.


    “Colonel… sir… I… I…”


    Howard stuttered, unable to form aplete sentence.


    The poor had no power over the rich, and the rich had no power over the government.


    Although he held extremely powerful positions in Jonford, they were nothing inparison to the


    power the Northern Territory’s colonel had.


    For the sake of his life, he had no choice but to admit defeat.


    “Get the hell out!” Ster roared.


    Howard hurriedly left the room with his family’s guards.


    While that was going on, Nash had ced thirty-six offering bowls around Philix’s body.


    Lloyd eximed, “These offering bowls are ced ording to the 36 decan stars’ positions. It looks


    like a magic circle…”


    Cillian, who had not had any emotion on his face before this, gasped, “It’s the Decan Soul-Locking


    Formation!”


    Lloyd was shocked. “Decan Soul-Locking Formation?”


    Cillian nodded. “I don’t think he’s faking it. The Decan Soul-Locking Formation goes against thews of


    nature. Getting a few years shaved off your life constitutes a light punishment, and the worst


    punishment would be getting cursed by the gods. I can’t believe Master Calcraft passed on the


    technique to this young man!”


    When Cillian finished his sentence, he kindly asked, “Young man, are you sure you want to use the


    Decan Soul-Locking Formation?”


    Nash ignored Cillian and walked toward the couch, where he retrieved a brush, a bottle of red-colored


    ink, and a stack of parchment paper from the tote bag lying on the coffee table.


    A frosty expression appeared on Skadi’s face when she noticed how arrogant Nash was acting.


    Before meeting the Smiling Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had been the man she admired.


    He was a ninth-division grandmaster, which made him one of the best in the martial arts world.


    Moreover, he had gorgeous features that made him look like he had just walked out of a painting.


    There was no doubt he would have attractedrge numbers of female fans if he decided to share his


    knowledge with those in


    the secr world.


    Nash might have excellent martial arts skills, but he was nothing more than a stage three grandmaster


    to Skadi.


    What right did he have to ignore Father Cillian?


    Skadi huffily retrieved her phone and beganining to Hera.


    Lloyd could not stand Nash’s disrespect and berated him, “Young man, he’s the priest of the Quiet


    Winds Church and a ninth- division grandmaster. He possesses outstanding skills and is giving you


    these reminders from the goodness of his heart!”


    Nash ignored the exasperated Lloyd and used his brush to sketch an outline on the parchment paper.


    “Oh, my f*cking god. Are you even listening to me?”


    “Can it!”


    Nash lifted his gaze and directed a st of inner energy toward Lloyd.


    Lloyd let out a muffled grunt as he stumbled several steps backward, blood oozing from the corners of


    his mouth.


    It was only then he recalled his junior had once reminded him that this young man had genuine


    profound state powers.


    Cillian tightened his grip on his horsetail whisk.


    Even though he only had the powers of a ninth-grade grandmaster, he still stood a fighting chance if


    they werebined with the techniques his ancestors had passed down to him.


    Nash turned to look at Cillian. “If you do not have any other business here, please leave the room so


    you don’t disrupt the warden’s rest!”


    Cillian said calmly, “The General Star has fallen, and Heaven’s will cannot be disobeyed. Only Master


    Calcraft, who has the Apocalyptic Star in his Pce of Fate, can change one’s destiny against all


    odds!”


    He wanted Nash to back down of his own ord and was also taking this opportunity to undermine his


    confidence.


    The young man needed a lesson taught to him because of how arrogant he was.


    Nash sighed and put his brush down. Then, he took a folded yellow robe from the tote bag.


    A biretta.


    A golden-colored amulet.


    Nash straightened up and put the robe on.


    The biretta went on his head, and the amulet was wound around his waist before he tightened the


    sash. Finally, he took a small pouch out of the tote bag.