Bryson Gibbsâs face changed drastically.
Subconsciously, he glanced at the two people beside him who had already turned into dry bones. His forehead broke out in a cold sweat.
âDamn it!â
At that moment, Bryson launched an attack. His hand was shimmering, and he pointed straight at Ethan Smithâs forehead!
Ethan had been prepared, he snorted coldly, then swung his hand boldly forward. A slap sent Bryson flying!
The slap was so forceful that it nearly shattered half of Brysonâs facial bones.
Bryson fell to the ground, utterly humiliated!
âI donât want to die, please spare meâ¦â Bryson was scared.
In the face of impending death, everyone revealed their most vulnerable side.
From a superior position, Ethan looked down at Bryson and said, âTell me, where did you take Emily Taylor?â
Bryson hastily said, âIâll tell you, Iâll tell you everything!â
âMs. Hayward told me to take Emily Taylor to the true martial arts room of the Capital City Martial Arts Association. After I dropped her off, they kicked us out.â
âI have no idea about anything else, I only know that she was taken to the true martial arts room!â
Ethan frowned, âTrue martial arts room? Where is that?â
Bryson hurriedly explained, âItâs deep within a mansion in the Capital City Martial Arts Academy! Ask Emerson Holmes, Emerson knows!â
Ethan looked at Bryson critically and said, âYouâre not lying to me, are you?â
âI swear, I absolutely did not lie to you!â Bryson explained hurriedly.
Ethan nodded, then his palm shone brightly, directly shattering Brysonâs divine sense.
Since he suspected Emerson, there was no way Ethan would let him live.
Later, Ethan used spiritual fire to dispose of the bodies of the three men, then hurriedly left.
He returned to the Capital City Martial Arts Academy.
Ethan pulled out his phone and called Emerson.
âWhere is the true martial arts room?â Ethan got straight to the point.
Emerson replied, âTrue martial arts room? Thatâs a critical place in the Capital City Martial Arts Academy, Iâve never seen it.â
Ethan was silent for a moment, then said, âHow do I get in?â
Emerson gave a bitter smile; âEven I am not qualified to get inâ¦.â
Ethan took a deep breath and silently thought, âI need to find an opportunity to sneak a look.â
After hanging up, Ethan calculated the time.
There was only one day left from the time mentioned by the Pavilion Master.
So Ethan wasnât in a hurry. He was getting ready to go out with the man with the mustache to buy a Spatial Magic Artifact.
âSpatial Magic Artifacts arenât common. To buy one, Iâm afraid youâll have to go to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets,â the man with the mustache said.
âPavilion of Heavenly Secrets?â Ethanâs brows furrowed.
Not long ago, Ethan had offended the young master of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, and now going there would certainly cause trouble.
âAre there no other places I can buy it?â Ethan asked.
The mustached man shook his head, âItâs tough unless you get lucky at an auction, but there are no auctions going on recently.â
Ethan deliberated and then said, âNo matter, maybe Hanley Poe isnât there.â
So, Ethan left the Capital City Martial Arts Academy with the man with the mustache and headed for the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
The entrance to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets was impressive. The gate was shaped with sculptures of a dragon and tiger in combat, and looking inside, it was quite dark.
Standing at the entrance, one could feel the oppressiveness emanating from within.
At the top of the doorway were large characters: Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
âWeâre here at the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets,â Ethan said quietly.
The mustached man licked his lips and said, âThe treasures here are countless.â
Ethan Smith jokingly said, âWhy donât you come here to treasure hunt?â
âCome here? Do you know what treasure hunting means? It means searching for overlooked goods. Here is full of experts, I wonât find anything hidden hereâ said the man with the mustache.
Upon hearing this, Ethan Smith couldnât help but laugh.
Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
One of them caught Ethan Smithâs attention.
It was a Capital City-licensed Maybach, the plate of which was quite familiar to Ethan Smith.
âThe Taylor familyâs car?â Ethan Smith raised an eyebrow.
As he was speaking, Kylan Taylor walked out from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
He was followed by someone at the Peak Form of Military Marquis.
Seeing Ethan Smith, Kylan Taylor was taken aback before sneering, âEthan Smith? Long time no see.â
Ethan Smith sneered back saying, âYeah, I thought you were dead.â
Taylor lifted an eyebrow, then sarcastically added, âWhat, you still havenât rescued Emily Taylor? If you donât get her out soon, her blood will probably be drained.â
Hearing this, Ethan Smithâs face suddenly darkened, and a murderous spirit erupted!
Feeling this murderous spirit, Kylan Taylor unconsciously stepped back.
The Marquis standing beside him quickly moved forward and stood in front of Kylan Taylor.
Ethan Smith coldly said, âKylan Taylor, Emily Taylor is your niece after all. She was captured, but instead of being worried, youâre taking pride in it. Your skin really is quite thick.â
As he reached this point, Ethan Smith paused and continued saying, âBut it doesnât surprise me much, after all, a person who can harm his own father wouldnât hesitate to do the same to his niece either.â
Kylan Taylor retorted with a cold face, âEthan Smith, donât think just because youâve achieved something, I canât do anything about you. Remember what kind of society we live in!â
Ethan Smith retorted just as coldly, âKylan Taylor, if I wanted to kill you, even bringing your bodyguards wouldnât be of any help.â
It seems Kylan Taylor was starting to sense a certain level of danger.
He snorted coldly, then immediately turned around and left.
Watching Kylan Taylorâs retreating figure, Ethan Smithâs eyes narrowed slightly.
âSooner or later, I will reclaim the Taylor family for Mike Taylor,â said Ethan Smith in a cold voice.
Following this, Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache strode into the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
Various kinds of weapons and magical artifacts filled the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
Some of these were bought while others were made by hand, each one unusually exquisite.
âI hope I donât meet that Hanley Poe,â the man with the mustache muttered.
But things often happen contrary to wishes.
Not far away, Hanley Poe arrived, holding tightly to his folding fan.
âGood day, young master,â said the surrounding people, bending their bodies towards Hanley Poe.
âDamn, this is bad luck!â The man with the mustache couldnât help but curse.
Ethan Smith, pretending not to see Hanley Poe, turned his head aside.
âEthan Smith?â
Despite this, he still couldnât escape.
Hanley Poe hurried to Ethan Smithâs front, mockingly said, âOh dear, isnât this the renowned Ethan Smith? Why would someone as influential as you come to my modest Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets?â
Ethan Smith, after seeing that he couldnât avoid it, replied with a smile: âMr. Poe, we meet again.â
Hanley Poe retorted sarcastically, âIndeed, last time you stole my treasure, remember? I still havenât forgotten it.â
âDid you bring that gourd with you?â Hanley Poe raised an eyebrow and asked.
Ethan Smith frowned slightly but didnât answer.
At this moment, several people had already arrived at Hanley Poeâs side, surrounding Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache.
âHonestly, Iâm very interested in that gourd,â said Hanley Poe indifferently.
âIf you are willing to hand over that gourd, perhaps we can spare a beating.â