Chapter 492: Why Should I Fear the Eight Sect?


    This…


    This sudden surge of momentum is enough to make everyone in the Mitchell Family shiver with a thick sense of fear that spreads throughout the whole household instantaneously.


    “Who is this? Could it possibly be another influential family from the Capital City seizing the opportunity to cause trouble during our family strife?”


    Everyone exchanged nces, their eyes filled with strong anxiety.


    If it is indeed other influential families from Capital City trying to take advantage of their internal chaos, the people of the Mitchell n cannot be certain whether White Mitchell will protect them.


    Once White Mitchell ignores them, they would be like meat on a cutting board, at the mercy of others.


    But just as the Mitchells were growing increasingly anxious, a voice full of contempt suddenly echoed throughout the Mitchell household: “What a beautiful disy of bullying the weak. A glorious Preparatory Elder of the Elders’ House, along with a Supreme Military Lord, is in fact being so abusive to a helpless woman!”


    Copse!


    As soon as these words fell, everyone’s expressions instantly became strikingly vibrant.


    “Nathaniel, it’s my son Nathaniel! He’s back with the masters of the Eight Sect! Sebastian Mitchell, Mateo Mitchell, you two are doomed today!” Fendy Taylor blurted out impatiently, her words filled with a sense of insanity.<div>


    At this moment, she seemed ready to take all the humiliation she suffered and give it back to White Mitchell.


    Seeing Fendy Taylor’s gloating face, Mateo Mitchell clenched his fist and snapped back: “Are you a master from the Eight Sect? Today’s matter is a family affair of the Mitchell Family and it’s none of the Eight Sect’s business, we won’t tolerate any outsiders interfering!”


    In response to Mateo Mitchell’s words, the contemptuous voice echoed again: “Since you know that I am a member of the Eight Sect, you should be aware that today’s incident is no longer just a matter of your Mitchell family. I just want to ask you, as a Preparatory Elder of the Elders’ House, are you able to bear the consequences!?”


    Mateo Mitchell’s expression hardened, and he grimly replied, word by word: “Regardless of the Eight Sect, today I am going to purge family affairs. To maintain the century-old foundation of the Mitchell Family and eliminate this venomous woman, whoever tries to stop me shall not seed.”


    As he said this, Mateo Mitchell thrust his palm down forcefully, targeting Fendy Taylor.


    “Benjamin save me, Benjamin save me…” Fendy Taylor cried out in a panic.


    Mateo Mitchell, ovee with murderous intent, didn’t give Fendy Taylor any chance. But just as his palm was about to fall, an invisible force blocked his hand in mid-air.


    Regardless of how hard Mateo Mitchell tried to drive his power, his hand seemed to be trapped by an iron mp, unable to move.


    This…


    Mateo Mitchell furrowed his brows, feeling a great pressure.


    “Still not Transcendent, you are nothing but an ant in the end. You wanted to make a move in front of the Eight Sect? You overestimate yourself.” The contemptuous voice sneered.


    Upon hearing this, Mateo Mitchell’s expression became even more serious. Large beads of sweat dribbled down his forehead, seeming toe from a breaking levee.


    However, at this moment, White Mitchell gently patted his shoulder and calmly said, “Uncle, I appreciate your kindness. Let’s let me handle this.”


    “Child, you mustn’t. If you take action now, it would spark an endless feud with the Eight Sect. You absolutely must not do their dirty work!” Mateo Mitchell warned.


    But White Mitchell simply replied with a tranquil face: “Eight Sect? Why should I fear them?”


    As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud roar. White Mitchell’s body surged with a majestic sea of force, instantly countering the momentum of the yet to appear Eight Sect expert. He then delivered a fierce palm strike towards Fendy Taylor’s head.


    “How dare you!”


    “Stop!”


    “Presumptuous!”<div>


    One after another, voices echoed from the outskirts of the Mitchellpound. Although the people were still, rage had ignited in every corner of the Mitchell Family.


    White Mitchell waspletely unaffected and bellowed: “Get out!!!!”


    Boom – a sound as mighty as a tiger’s roar echoed through the mountains, as if Parker himself was soaring in the sky. The scent of battle and blood arose abruptly, instantly sweeping across the entire Mitchell Family. The scene was reminiscent of entering a battlefield soaked in blood and littered with corpses, producing a feeling of tremendous terror!


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