Wood Taylorâs eyes widened, disbelief clearly painted all over his face.
Wasnât this Sebastian Mitchell, the bastard of the Mitchell Family?
What was he doing here?
Why did the soldiers of the White War Department treat him with such reverence?
At this moment, Wood Taylorâs mind was awash with uncertainty. It was as if huge waves were sweeping through his mind, leaving him unable to react.
âWhatâs the matter? Werenât you trying to kill me? Here I am right in front of you, why arenât you taking action?â White Mitchell calmly stared at Wood Taylor.
He had been waiting for this moment for eighteen long years.
He thought that he would establish himself as a wealthy man, wielding immense power, achieving great honor, and crushing those who had persecuted him in the past.
However, not only did the Taylor Family not let him go, the Mitchell Family also harbored murderous intentions toward him.
If Mateo Mitchell hadnât taken into account the blood ties he had and infiltrated him into the War Department, he would have been decapitated by now, with no trace remaining.
Now, he was an Army Master, holding tremendous power, alone defending Dragon Realm. He had returned to the Capital City, facing the enemies who had once persecuted him, but he couldnât be more serene.
Confronted with White Mitchell, Wood Taylor asked solemnly, âSebastian Mitchell! What exactly do you want? Donât think because youâre now part of the White War Department you can falsely accuse me. You say I plotted to kill the Army MasterâIâve never done that!â
Never done that?
Hearing these words, White Mitchell let out a cold laugh, laced with bitterness.
âSebastian Mitchellâthis name is too old. If you hadnât mentioned it, I might have forgotten it,â White Mitchell took a deep breath and continued, âSebastian Mitchell died a long time agoâeighteen years ago, when you and Fendy Taylor jointly drove me out of the Mitchell Family. Remember my name nowâI am White Mitchell! And, remember my titleâWhite!â
Boom!
These words struck Wood Taylorâs mind like thunder, leaving him in a state of utter confusion.
Stumbling backward, Wood Taylor ended up sitting on the ground.
Fear, anxiety, and apprehension surged like a tide, overwhelming him.
Wood Taylor could not stop shaking, even his heart was shivering. A chilling dread swept through his entire body.
âImpossible! You are lying; you canât be Army Master White! No, I donât believe it!!!â Wood Taylor roared uncontrollably.
The kid he could have easily crushed eighteen years ago had become the only Supreme Military Lord of the Dragon Realm?
This stark contrast was something that Wood Taylor couldnât accept or believe.
However, the truth was that under his manipulation and deliberate persecution, White Mitchell had climbed step by step to his current status as the Supreme Military Lord of the Dragon Realm.
Who would risk their life for tomorrow if they did not carry a heavy burden?
White had grown amid significant pressure and danger.
Sometimes, looking back, White didnât know whether he should thank his enemies like Wood or loathe them.
But now, upon seeing Wood again, White Mitchell knew what to doâthese people deserved to die!
Facing the terrified Wood Taylor, White Mitchell calmly responded, âWhether you believe it or not, I am an Army Master.â
âAaarrrggghhh!!!â Wood Taylor ground his teeth upon hearing White Mitchellâs words.
He could not comprehend how the boy he could have easily crushed years ago had grown so powerful in just five short years.
Just five years ago, he could have easily taken his life.
But a mere five years had passed, and their roles were reversedâhe was now the one who could be easily crushed to death.
Wood Taylor couldnât accept this; it left him on the verge of a breakdown.
âI will kill you! I will kill you! Youâre lying! Youâre lying!!!â A deranged Wood Taylor suddenly stood up and swiped at White Mitchellâs throat.
At this point, Wood Taylor was past caring about anything else. He was prepared to die anyway; he had to kill White Mitchell.
As Wood Taylor lunged at him, White Mitchell remained unmoved, seemingly oblivious to the manâs actions.
However, just as Wood was about to get his hand on Whiteâs throat, White swung his hand and made a quick flick.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking echoed in Wood Taylorâs ears.
Then he felt an excruciating pain in his arm, which hung down limply like a pendulum.
White Mitchell had just waved his hand casually, and he had already had one of his arms disabled!
However, at this point, Wood Taylor couldnât care less. He swung his other arm and landed a heavy punch directly on White Mitchellâs head.
âGo to hell!â Wood Taylor roared ferociously, pouring all of his strength into that punch.
However, from White Mitchellâs perspective, it was nothing more than a futile struggling.
White shifted his head slightly to avoid the punch. He then grabbed Woodâs fist, twisted his wrist, and pulled.
Crack!
Another sound of bones breaking echoed in Wood Taylorâs ears.
Both of Wood Taylorâs arms were now disabled.
He stood there, as motionless as a wooden stake, and all of his previous reckless ferocity was replaced by intense fear and helplessness.
This was real; it was all real!
The bastard he had known had indeed gained power beyond comprehension. His strength was so formidable, it invoked fear.
He was no match for him. Even with the full force of the Taylor Family behind him, they were no match for him.
Only the Eight Sect and Benjamin Mitchell could possibly compete with him.
Right, he still had Benjamin Mitchell, the Eight Sect had his back!
He had put so much effort into getting his sister to woo Benjamin Mitchellâs father for the express purpose of getting the support of the Eight Sect.
Having thought this far, Wood Taylor hurriedly said, âSebastian, you canât kill me, you definitely canât. Otherwise, when Benjamin comes back, he wonât let you off the hook. Even as an Army Master, you wonât be able to do anything to him!
There are beings in this world that you canât even reach. Benjamin is one such being.
If you dare kill me, Benjamin definitely wonât spare you!â
Faced with Wood Taylorâs threats, White Mitchell remained indifferent. âIf I want to kill you, who dares to stop me!?â
As soon as his words fell, White Mitchellâs hand tightened around Wood Taylorâs neck, effortlessly crushing his windpipe.
Just like this, a notorious figure of the Capital City fell.