âNo, noâ¦NO!!!â
Fendy Taylor, standing in front of White Mitchell, her eyes full of terrifying horror, her vicious face scrawled with regret. She wishes she could rip White apart and consume him whole.
But such an opportunity wouldnât happen again. White wouldnât fall in the same place twice.
This time, Fendy Taylor must die!
With a glacial gaze, Whiteâs palm, carrying an unstoppable power, slanted down.
Boom!
The entire Mitchell family seemed to tremble for a moment, everyoneâs gaze solidifying, blankly watching the scene before them.
White Mitchell finally took action, despite the tremendous pressure from the members of the Eight Sect, he fearlessly killed Fendy Taylor.
This was undoubtedly challenging the majesty of the Eight Sect!
Never mind a mysterious and transcendental force like the Eight Sect, even if it was their Mitchell family, if they were thus challenged, they would spare nothing to strangle the one who dared to challenge the majesty of the Mitchell family!
Now, members of the Eight Sect were outside the door, and could appear at the scene at any moment.
White Mitchellâs courage was undeniably massive!
Was this the spirit of the Supreme Military Lord of the Dragon Realm?
But could he, a worldly Army Master, really compete with the mysterious and unpredictable power of the Eight Sect?
A huge question mark formed in peopleâs minds.
Just as everyone was filled with internal fear and anxiety, the aura of the Eight Sect members got increasingly closer.
For a time, everyone felt as if the sky above the scene was suddenly covered by a thick dark cloud. The extremely low atmospheric pressure was suffocating.
âIs this the power of the Eight Sect? Itâs terrifying. Thatâs just without them even appearing. If they show up, wonât this place become hell?â The Mitchell family members were filled with terror and a sense of every man for himself.
Mateo Mitchell, standing next to White, gazed solemnly into the distance. Despite his restless heart, he still stood steadfastly in front of White.
âI couldnât prevent what happened eighteen years ago, but eighteen years later, I absolutely wonât let such a tragedy happen again!â Mateo Mitchell declared with determination.
Just then, one old and one young figure appeared slowly, taking strange steps, within everyoneâs sight.
Such a powerful momentum, could it be just two people?
Upon a closer look, the younger figure was Benjamin Mitchell, the True Dragon of their Mitchell family, who had left home nearly five years ago.
The old man, dressed in a black robe, with an immortal-like air, seemed like a legendary sage who had stepped out from myths.
âLook, look at their feet!â Someone couldnât help but exclaim, their pupils instantly dilating.
The immortal-like old manâs feet appeared to float, moving ten meters horizontally with each step without actually taking a step.
The originally nearly hundred meter distance, in an instant, their figures were right in front!
Shrink ground into inch!
These four words involuntarily echoed in the minds of the Mitchell family, causing their expressions to become even more fearful.
Having witnessed this, White Mitchell understood in his heart.
This was a Transcendent, the first heâd encountered outside of the elders of the Eldersâ House.
And it was from the mystifying Eight Sect!
What he had to face, he must always confront.
His aspiration to cross that line, to face the Transcendents, was a process he had to go through!
Let me understand the strength of a Transcendent then!