Chapter 1317 Obeying Orders
“Watch yourself, Zion,” the high-ranking members warned Zion coldly. “We won’t hesitate to instate a
new leader for the Warriors Alliance if you can’t handle this matter.”
After speaking, they departed the Warriors Alliance in a sh. Gazing at the empty hall, Zion gritted his
teeth and clenched his fists.
“Looks like you must die, Jared.” A cold glint shed across his eyes as he made the promation. Mr.
Sanders had begun to live in the Department of Justice ofte. This action of his informed Theodore
that the martial arts world in Jadeborough was destined for troubled times ahead.
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“Mr. Sanders, ording to the reports by the various departments in Marsingfill, there has been a man
in ck absorbing the essence of martial artists throughout Marsingfill. Even the Martial Arts
Grandmasters were not spared. Fear of this mysterious man currently governs the martial arts world in
Marsingfill.”
As the captain of the Law Enforcement Department, Xavier wore a grim look as he reported the matter
to Mr. Sanders.
Theodore, who was listening from the side, was tongue-tied by the news. The man in ck must be
formidable if even a warrior like Mr. Wembley had his essence absorbed.
“Have you managed to find out who is behind this?” Mr. Sanders asked Xavier.
The man shook his head. “No. This person’s techniques arepletely different from that of the
Demonic Cultivators of old. It has been many years since something like this happened in the martial
arts world, and I can’t believe that there are still Demonic Cultivators who are this bold.”
Xavier was angry as the urrence of such vile happenings reflected poorly on the Law Enforcement
Department.
Mr. Sanders said nothing. Instead, hepsed into silence and only spoke again after a long while.
“Inform the Warriors Alliance at every location to be on higher alert. This incident will only increase in
frequency in theing days. What wille, wille.”
Theodore and Xavier gazed in bewilderment at Mr. Sanders because that was not his style.
If such vile incidents had urred in the past, Mr. Sanders would fly into a rage and even personally
handle the matter.
This time, however, he did not show any inclination to take it on himself.
Despite that, the two of them did not dare ask. Instead, they executed their orders upon receiving them.
Quayle Temple sat atop Mount Quaye, thousands of kilometers away from Jadeborough. Edgar’s
mentor, Derrell, was its warden. Edgar, too, was a resident in the temple.
After having all his bones broken by Jared two months before, Edgar had not descended the mountain
even once after Derrell brought him up.
Edgar was, at that moment, lying in bed and wrapped entirely with gauze. Despite the passage of two
months, there had been no improvement in his condition.
Derrell, too, had thought of everything he could, but nothing seemed to work.
Having Edgar achieve the rank of Martial Arts Marquis was out of the question. Their most pressing
issue right now was getting him back on his feet.
“When will I be able to stand again, Master?” Edgar screamed, unhinged at being bedridden for two
months. “When can I stand again!”
“Have patience, Edgar. I’m thinking of a way.”
It was all Derrell could say tofort Edgar.
“Stop lying to me, Master. I won’t ever be able to stand again, will I?” Edgar asked Derrell resentfully. “I
won’t ever be able to get my revenge on Jared, will I?”
Derrell took a deep breath. He did not speak, but the expression on his face said everything.
Having tried and failed to cure Edgar with every means at his disposal, Derrell was, at that moment,
deliberating how he would exin things to Ryker.
Upon seeing Derrell’s expression, Edgar began screaming, “Why? Why is it so unfair? I will kill Jared!
No, I want him to know what it feels like to be bedridden!”
In his agitation, the gauze all over his body burst open. Derrell hurriedly pressed him down.