The group turned their heads simultaneously and saw two beams of light-one ck and one white-swiftly approaching. As the lightsnded on the ground, their expressions changed immediately. They recognized the uniform of the Limitless Sword Sect. Had they not imed that they would not enter the secret realm?


    The person who had just arrived was Bristol. Although he was only in the early stage of the Profound Oriental Realm, his presence still drained the color from the faces of a few individuals who were in the middle tote stage of the same realm. Standing beside Bristol was a dazed-looking Westerner with arge cross strapped to his back. There was an aura as terrifying as that of a primordial beast rolling off the Westerner, causing a sense of dread to spread. "May I ask who you are?" Abner cupped his hands and asked.


    Bristol nced at them indifferently before speaking, "Second elder, Bristol McGee."


    In the past, he would never have revealed his identity. Being a wanted man, anyone who heard his name would kill him to im the bounty from the Limitless Sword Sect.


    However, now that he had a pet whosebat power wasparable to that of a cultivator at the peak stage of the Profound Oriental Realm, he felt brave enough to even challenge the head of the sect for that position. Realizing that this person was Bristol, a sh of excitement and greed appeared in the depths of Roscoe''s eyes.


    It was rumored that Bristol had killed over a hundred innocent civilians, leading the Limitless Sword Sect to expel him and issue a bounty for his capture. Anyone who killed Bristol would receive generous cultivation resources. The Zen Heart Sect was short on resources, so helping the Limitless Sword Sect eliminate Bristol could potentially bring them a windfall.


    With this in mind, Roscoe signaled to Citrine secretly, who shook her head slightly, indicating for him to remain calm.


    Bristol noticed their exchange out of


    the corners of his eyes but did not take it to heart. He simply smiled and said, "I''ve been following you for a while. You have a grudge against Nash as well, don''t you?"


    Before Abner could speak, Roscoe reached out to grab Bristol''s shoulder. "Bristol, surrender!"


    With histe-stage Profound Oriental Realm cultivation, Roscoe could easily crush Bristol as thetter was only in the early stage of the same realm Roscoe''s face was full of excitement, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of the reward.


    Mondo made his move. With a casual punch, he sent Roscoe flying while his other arm turned into a mist of blood.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    Roscoe crashed heavily to the ground and looked at the Westerner who had struck him with horror. The Westerner seemed to be only around 20 years old, and Roscoe had not taken him seriously at all. How was this possible... How was he so strong? Was he even stronger than Nash?


    Bristol frowned at Roscoe and said, "I came to help you, yet you attacked me!" Then, he turned to Mondo and said, "Eat him!"


    Mondo''s face twisted into a sinister smile as he walked forward with stiff steps. "Food..."


    Roscoe immediately transformed into a streak of light to escape. Mondo pulled out his cross and mmed it forward, instantly smashing Roscoe to the ground.


    "No... Don''t eat me!" Roscoe''s face


    paled and became filled with terror as he looked at Mondo. He could still regenerate his hands should he lose them with pills and herbs, but if he were eaten, he would truly be dead.


    He still had nearly a thousand years of his life left. He did not want to die...