Garrett struck his palm toward Dustin. A thunderous crash echoed through the room, changing the surrounding area.

A white shadow palm surged forward with the force of lightning and pressed on Dustin. Accompanied by the fierce howling wind, everything seemed to warp as it tore through the air.

Everyone in the room turned pale with fear. They scattered in all directions to avoid being caught in the chaos. After all, the sheer power of a grandmaster martial artist was enough to kill them with a single blow.

Despite Garrett's attack, Dustin didn't flinch. His expression remained composed. But as he prepared to retaliate, a commanding shout interrupted.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, another burst of internal energy materialized into a shadow palm as it shot from the doorway. It narrowly missed Dustin before colliding with Garrett's shadow palm.

The impact echoed with a loud crash, unleashing a torrent of terrifying energy. The living room quaked violently as the furniture splintered and drinks splashed over.

The martial artists around were thrown about like rag dolls in a storm. They crashed and tumbled helplessly.

The impact knocked Garrett back several steps, and his expression turned sour. "Who dares?" He frowned as he gazed toward the doorway.

Soon, a refined middle-aged man entered. He was dressed in a sleek black suit with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Elder Mason," the middle-aged man greeted with a faint smile.

and everyone in this room

his unassuming demeanor, he exuded an air of

eyes narrowed

he, too, was a

member of the Hall of Gods," the middle-aged man introduced himself. "Today, I've gathered everyone to discuss matters

"Hank Styles?"

confused glances as the name was

up the position a few months ago, so it's understandable if you haven't heard

a while since I've encountered the elites of the Hall of Gods. You certainly live up

wasn't surprised that Hank had been able to go toe-to-toe with him earlier, considering that all members of the Hall of

you, Mr. Styles. My apologies for the oversight." Lucian led the group of martial

others. Their power

gathered here are my esteemed guests. The

turn

shot a wary glance at Dustin. His

purpose of their gathering was for business discussions. Allowing

appreciatively before casting a

composed during an assault from a grandmaster martial artist was quite impressive. So, he surmised that Dustin was no ordinary

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