The Western World, sowhere,
there stands a grand ancient castle.
This castle covers an area comparable to a large villa district, filled with an ancient and sacred aura.
It is as if a giant beast is crouching here, bestowing an unparalleled majesty.
Anyone in front of it would feel an overwhelming sense of insignificance.
BANG!!!
In a room of this castle.
The sound of a cup shattering broke the silence.
At this mont, a brown-haired man in a black tuxedo stood angrily.
Before him lay shards of broken glass.
The man's handso face twisted into a grimace.
An oppressive aura of despair emanated from him.
The air in the entire room seed to freeze.
At this mont, two n knelt in front of this man.
Their bodies trembled, cold sweat on their foreheads, eyes filled with fear.
"Honorable one, please calm yourself!!!"
The two n bowed their heads as they spoke.
"Calm?"
"My son Lawler is dead, and you tell to calm down!!!"
"You're nothing but a bunch of useless trash!!!"
"The Peter Club doesn't need the likes of you!!!"
The man turned, glaring angrily at the two n kneeling on the ground as he shouted.
Then the man struck out with his palm.
The two n kneeling on the ground turned into a ss of flesh, dying horribly.
And this man was none other than Lawler's father, Rolex.
Tap, tap, tap!!!
At that mont, the sound of footsteps approached.
A blond Caucasian man walked straight in.
"Old friend, please accept my condolences!!!"
"Now that Lawler is dead, no amount of anger will help!!!"
The blond man said, looking at the furious Rolex.
"Levan, shut up. It's not your son who died, of course, you're fine!!!"
Rolex glared coldly at the blond man as he shouted.
"What we need to do now is avenge Lawler, not just express anger here!!!"
The blond man said solemnly.
"Demon Lord, Demon Prison!!!"
"I want you dead!!!"
Rolex's expression twisted with rage, his eyes flashing coldly as he shouted.
"You can destroy Demon Prison, but you must not touch the Demon Lord!!!"
The blond man said as he looked at Rolex.
"Why? He killed my son; I absolutely cannot let him live."
"Moreover, he holds the National Guardian Seal and openly opposes the Peter Club."
"He deserves to die!!!"
Rolex shouted coldly, a chilling glint in his eyes.
"These are the chairman's orders. You can destroy the Demon Lord's force, Demon Prison."
"But you must not touch him!!!"
The blond man said calmly.
"What does the chairman an by this? What is his relationship with this guy?"
"Does he intend to shelter this kid or continue to bring him into the Peter Club?"
"If it's the latter, I absolutely disagree!!!"
Rolex shouted directly.
"Of course not, this kid is the Son of the Mad Dragon, so the chairman keeps him around for a reason!!!"
The blond man said solemnly.
"Son of the Mad Dragon? So what?"
"The Mad Dragon died in that place long ago!!!"
Rolex snorted disdainfully.
"Are you so naive, old friend?"
"Do you think with the power of the Mad Dragon, those people and that place could kill him?"
"If so, those events from back then wouldn't have happened!!!"
"And the eighteen Honorable wouldn't be down to just a few of us."
The blond man said solemnly.
After listening to the blond man.
Rolex's gaze slightly hardened, his pupils flickering constantly.
"Could the Mad Dragon still be alive?"
Rolex's expression sank as he spoke.
"That's the implication from the chairman."
"So this Demon Lord is our most important pawn against the Mad Dragon, he absolutely must not die!!!"
The blond man said solemnly.
"Since he is a pawn, shouldn't he be controlled?"
Rolex shouted coldly.
"Don't worry about that; the chairman has already arranged for soone."
"When the ti cos to bring back the Demon Lord, you can vent, just don't kill him."
The blond man said.
"When the ti cos, I want him to wish he were dead!!!"
Rolex's eyes glittered with a venomous gaze like a Poison Snake.
"And his Demon Prison~"
"He cannot die; I want everyone in his Demon Prison to accompany my son in the grave!!!"
Rolex shouted murderously.
"If you want to deal with Demon Prison, I can send people!!!"
The blond man said.
"No need, I want to personally annihilate Demon Prison, send them to the grave to atone!!!"
Rolex imdiately snorted coldly, a murderous aura exuding from his eyes.
He emitted a terrifying tide-like aura.
Under the influence of this terrible aura,
the space in the entire room seed to freeze.
"It seems your power has improved quite a bit!!!"
"You're not far from a breakthrough; when you do break through, you'll likely receive the chairman's reward!!!"
The blond man said, his eyes flickering as he looked at Rolex.
"Once I break through, I will charge into Hua Country and completely destroy the Chu Family, avenging the enmity of the Mad Dragon!!!"
Rolex shouted directly, his expression ferocious and terrifying.
"Rest assured, it won't be long."
"The whole world will bow at our feet."
"We will beco the masters of this world!!!"
The blond man laughed as he spoke.
...
The Church, the great hall!!!
At this mont in the great hall of the Church, the atmosphere was extrely oppressive and heavy.
The air was filled with a heavy scent of rage.
The Church Pope Paul III sat with a sullen and furious expression here.
In front of him lay four corpses.
The corpses of the Holy Knight Order Leader Zorro and three Deputy Commanders.
Beside him knelt were several Holy Knight Order mbers who had returned from Xiangjiang.
On either side stood nurous White-robed Archbishops and Red cardinals.
And their expressions also appeared very grim.
"The Demon Lord, must die!!!"
Pope Paul III shouted angrily, cold murderous intent shooting from his eyes.
He unleashed an overwhelming pressure that forced everyone in the hall to their knees.
Each body trembled.
The air exploded from the pressure, emitting a series of sonic booms.
This showed just how terrifying the pressure the Pope unleashed at this mont was.
Soon the Pope retracted his pressure, suppressing his inner rage.
Paul III never expected, even after sending out the Holy Knight Order Leader Zorro, a super strong person, along with three Deputy Commanders,
such a powerful lineup was entirely killed by this Son of the Mad Dragon, the Demon Lord.
This was incredibly unbelievable to him.
Even the once-mighty Mad Dragon didn't kill Zorro.
Now he had died at the hands of the Mad Dragon's son, which was naturally hard to believe.
This result further fueled the Pope's wrath.
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