âBenjamin!â
âBenjamin!â
âBenjâ¦â
Before Elliott Taylor could finish his words, Benjamin Mitchellâs eyes darkened, and he fainted outright.
Defeat was actually met at the hands of a mundane army master by a transcendent, a genius among the Eight Sect.
If this spread out, not only would Elliott Taylor lose face, but even the reputation of the Eight Sect would likely be tarnished.
It was an utter humiliation!
Moreover, the existence of Benjamin Mitchell was directly tied to the standing of the Taylor Family in the Eight Sect.
Now that Benjamin Mitchell had been defeated by a mundane person, when this news reached the Eight Sect, it would certainly cause an uproar.
If things turned out poorly, the Taylor Familyâs situation within the Eight Sect might be worse than before the appearance of Benjamin Mitchell.
Thinking of this, the anger in Elliott Taylorâs heart flared up even more.
Now, there was only one way to solve this problem â that was to kill White Mitchell, and then gag everyone present to prevent this news from reaching the Eight Sect.
A ferocious intent flashed on Elliott Taylorâs face and he stared at White Mitchell: âSince youâre seeking death, Iâll grant it!â
Boom!
A majestic aura suddenly erupted from inside Elliott Taylorâs body, shooting towards the sky.
For a moment, the entire Mitchell Family seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, startling everyone.
âIs the sky⦠falling?â
âItâs said that transgenders possess earth-shaking abilities. Could it be true?â
âEven if itâs not true, itâs definitely beyond us to resist. Letâs stay put for now. Otherwise, we may all perish in the havoc.â
For a time, a state of panic fell upon the Mitchell family.
âWhite, be careful!â Mateo Mitchell, standing behind White Mitchell, urged anxiously.
Even though White Mitchell had defeated Benjamin Mitchell, it was still unexpected for Mateo Mitchell.
However, now that Elliott Taylor took action personally, defeat was almost certain for White Mitchell.
After all, Benjamin was just a newcomer among the Transcendent. It had only been a few years since he entered the Eight Sect for training.
But Elliott Taylor was different. He was a full-fledged power figure within the Eight Sect, possibly even an inner elder.
His strength was far above Benjaminâs.
Indeed, White Mitchell was extraordinarily talented, but talent, too, requires time to grow.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
At this time, going against Elliott Taylor, he had absolutely no chance of winning.
Facing Mateo Mitchellâs warning, White Mitchell took a deep breath, his face calm.
From the moment Elliott Taylor appeared, he knew that his opponent today was not Benjamin, but this high above Eight Sect mighty figure, Elliott Taylor.
To walk out of the Mitchell Family alive today, he must deal with Elliott Taylor by any means necessary.
Although uncertain, he would absolutely not back down.
Never retreat in the face of battle!
It was the belief that had supported him until now. It had always been, and it still was.
âLet the battle begin!â White Mitchellâs face hardened, his inner strength burst forth wildly, permeating with an air of transcendence.
Elliott Taylor was the strongest opponent he had faced since leaving the Endless Blood Prison.
An intense desire to fight filled White Mitchellâs heart, turning his eyes instantly blood red.
Seeing this, Elliott Taylorâs eyes turned cold. He suddenly took a step forward, like a cannonball, and charged straight at White Mitchell: âYou dare to block my path, overestimating your abilities!!!!â