Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Dexter Blair’s Phone Call_1

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Such an imposing display, it couldn’t help but send chills down one’s spine!

Kylan Taylor’s mocking smile grew thicker at the corners of his mouth. With his hands clasped behind his back, he said indifferently, “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to exchange you for Ethan Smith.”

“I believe the Pavilion Master will make the right choice.”

The Pavilion Master’s face still wore a faint smile, revealing no hint of fear.

“Do you think I will agree?” The Pavilion Master asked softly.

Kylan Taylor sneered, “If you don’t agree, you won’t leave the Taylor family’s Estate today!”

As soon as his words fell, all the gunmen loaded their weapons!

The few Grandmasters were also ready for action, waiting only for Kylan Taylor’s order to make their move!

The Pavilion Master sighed lightly, raised her delicate hand, and gently waved it.

For an instant, all the gunmen surrounding the Pavilion Master fell to the ground!

Even the Grandmasters behind Kylan Taylor were starting to feel dizzy.

“Wh–what’s going on?” Kylan Taylor’s face changed.

The Pavilion Master smiled faintly, “Don’t worry, I just put them to sleep.”

As she spoke, the Grandmasters could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Kylan Taylor’s face changed, and he coldly asked, “What method did you use?”

The Pavilion Master replied indifferently, “Medicine can save lives and kill people.”

“Medicine?” Kylan Taylor reacted.

He hurriedly covered his nose, fearing being caught by the spell.

“Mr. Taylor need not worry, if I wanted to strike you, you would be down by now,” the Pavilion Master said softly.

Kylan Taylor’s face grew colder, and the aura on his body started rolling and surging.

“Mr. Taylor, do you want to take action against me?” the Pavilion Master asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kylan Taylor said coldly, “I’ve heard long ago that the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion’s strength was extraordinary. Today, I, Kylan Taylor, would like to see it for myself.”

His aura quickly soared, and the Peak Form of Grandmaster’s power was fully revealed!

The next second, Kylan Taylor’s figure suddenly disappeared!

His ferocious fist flashed before the Pavilion Master!

“Smack!”

The Pavilion Master raised her delicate hand and gently caught Kylan Taylor’s fist.

“Hm?” Kylan Taylor couldn’t help but frown.

The feeling of this punch was very strange, like hitting a ball of cotton.

This gentle force left Kylan Taylor with nowhere to exert his strength.

“You are not my match,” the Pavilion Master said indifferently.

“Of course, if you are determined to attack me, I don’t mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of Mike Taylor,” the Pavilion Master’s voice became colder.

And at the same time, the soft power of her body disappeared, replaced by an indescribable fierceness!

The perfect balance of firmness and gentleness took Kylan Taylor by surprise, as he realized the gap between them.

He retracted his aura and said coldly, “Indeed, the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion’s fame is well-deserved. But I warn you, no one can stand against the Taylor family.”

“Oh? Really?” the Pavilion Master raised her eyebrow.

“What, you really think the Taylor family is the number one family in the world?”

Kylan Taylor snorted coldly, “There are only a few who can stand against the Taylor family throughout the world, but that doesn’t include your Medicine God Pavilion.”

The Pavilion Master also smirked.

“Mr. Taylor, you can try to wage war against the Medicine God Pavilion,” the Pavilion Master said coldly.

Kylan Taylor snorted, “Perhaps there will be such a day.”

“I’ll be waiting,” the Pavilion Master said coldly.

Having said this, the Pavilion Master turned around and left.

As Kylan Taylor looked at the Pavilion Master’s departing figure, he couldn’t help but clench his fists and grind his teeth!

“This damn woman… I’ll kill you sooner or later,” Kylan Taylor said coldly.

At this point, it was already late at night.

The Divine Alchemist Pavilion was silent.

Occasionally, one could hear the croaking of early spring frogs and the rustling of leaves.

Ethan Smith lay on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

His thoughts were filled with Emily Taylor.

The Pavilion Master had been away for a whole day, and no news had come back, making Ethan Smith very uneasy.

He got out of bed and walked to the door of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

As he stood at the door and looked out, the street was silent.

Ethan Smith didn’t close his eyes the whole night.

It wasn’t until the morning when the Pavilion Master returned to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

The numerous elders were in the square early in the morning, just like the day Ethan Smith first arrived at the Pavilion.

Seeing the Pavilion Master, Ethan Smith hurried over.

“Lord Pavilion Master, how is Emily?” Ethan Smith asked anxiously.

The Pavilion Master glanced at Ethan Smith and said, “She has healed from the illness in her heart.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” Ethan Smith patted his chest, relieved.

“But I must tell you that Emily is not doing well now,” the Pavilion Master said with a change of tone.

Afterward, the Pavilion Master told Ethan Smith about Emily’s condition.

After listening, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but feel heartache.

The psychological gap that comes from falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley is often the hardest to bear.

“Pavilion Master, let’s not waste any more time. Didn’t you say you’d take me to get the cultivation skill?” Ethan Smith looked at the Pavilion Master and said.

The Pavilion Master yawned and said, “Let’s talk about it after I sleep.”

Ethan Smith opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

Because he knew, once the Pavilion Master made a decision, it would never change.

“By the way, she said to give you something,” the Pavilion Master seemed to have remembered something.

She took out a bank card and handed it to Ethan Smith.

“A bank card?” Ethan Smith took the card and frowned.

“Yes, the password is the last six digits,” the Pavilion Master said.

“Oh, by the way, she also said she’ll wait for you.”

After throwing down these words, the Pavilion Master turned around and left with a graceful stride.

As Ethan Smith stroked the bank card in his hand, a myriad of indescribable feelings surged within him.

After much thought, Ethan Smith finally decided to hand the card to Mike Taylor.

Ethan Smith also planned to discuss something with Mike Taylor.

So, Ethan Smith took the bank card and turned to walk to Mike Taylor’s room.

Just then, Ethan Smith’s phone rang unexpectedly.

He picked up the phone and saw, to his surprise, that the call was from Dexter Blair!

Although Ethan hadn’t saved Dexter’s number, he recognized it at a glance.

As soon as the call was connected, Dexter on the other end said sinisterly, “Ethan, how does it feel to be a shrinking tortoise?”

Not wanting to engage in a war of words with Dexter, Ethan coldly asked, “What’s your business?”

“Hahahaha!” Dexter on the other end laughed out loud.

“Speaking of which, I really admire you, hiding behind a woman and acting tough, it’s truly enviable!” Dexter said sarcastically.

Ethan Smith sneered, “Yeah, that’s just how I attract girls. What can I do? Like Emily Taylor, she just likes me, and it bothers me.”

Hearing this, the expression on Dexter’s face suddenly cooled.