An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

"Save your breath. None of you will be leaving with any treasures from here!" The taunting words echoed, followed by laughter.

A horde of martial artists streamed in, swiftly sealing off the exit. Among these martial artists, two distinct factions emerged—the elites of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect.

Notably, familiar faces like Yonah and Bran stood out in the crowd.

The combined forces of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect not only boasted increased numbers but also featured a substantial influx of skilled elites. Virtually every official, guardian, and elder from both sects was in attendance.

It wouldn't be an overstatement to say that more than 80% of the total strength of both factions had been assembled.

"Ms. Linsor, we meet again!" Bran sneered, and his eyes filled with greed.

Upon entering the palace, the floor sparkled with gold and silver treasures. The tomb, in particular, held precious items, like the tempting pool of soul elixir. The allure was irresistible.

gains promised enough power to elevate the

sword with a menacing

to walk away in one piece. Anyone brave enough

arrived, and Yonah remained undaunted. Not even Dustin posed

the Drakes Dominion Order and Frostwing Sect comprised dozens of accomplished elites, some halfway to becoming a grandmaster and even two grandmaster

got the elites from both the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect in the mix. This just turned into a

trembled as panic set in. "Jackson,

treasures weighed heavily on her. She found herself outnumbered and

there was no

didn't anticipate them showing up so soon. Fate's got a knack for throwing curveballs," Jackson mused

Order and Frostwing Sect with their current strength was

unlikely without