My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness by Autumn Rain

Chapter 272

Right after, Zion lost his balance. He hurled through the air and slammed against a wall, which left a deep crater.

Everyone in the room gasped.

Zion was the branch leader of the Martial League of Grayvale and a powerful ninth grade fighter. How could he be beaten with just one strike? What kind of monster was Dustin?

Ignatius's eyes widened. His breathing stilled.

How could Zion be beaten?

What kind of power did Dustin have?

Ignatius trembled in fear.

No one here could protect him.

Zion clutched his chest as he coughed. His eyes were filled with terror.

He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Dustin had the kind of skills that were almost legendary in nature. He was simply too powerful to fathom.

The dreadful suspicion Zion had dared not voice was finally confirmed.

"You are... a sovereign grade fighter! A one-in-a-million Martial Saint!" he cried in shock.

this, the whole place turned

Martial Saint..." someone said in a trembling

and exceptional than a ninth grade fighter. A Martial Saint was the true dominating force in the martial world. Such a person could weave through an army of hundreds

find in Lovellia. They were

was so young. It was impossible to think he was anywhere

such an abomination

be a Martial

was chilled

way he would be able to escape from such a powerful

Harmon family has!" said Ignatius pleadingly as he tried to tempt Dustin. ""Is that so?" Dustin

me ask you something then. Who was the one

suddenly let out a cry. His face

say it. I can't!" he

Dustin frowned.

so terrified, it meant that the mastermind behind everything that had happened was someone

of destruction, and yet Ignatius still

won't say it, then you shall

rolled to the ground and

the room and made the guests cry out in

Zion

because of the

was he supposed to explain himself if the Harmon family was killed as

Zion's grumbling. Three figures in black appeared and

of the Harmon family. Leave no one alive, whether they're able-bodied or old and frail. Leave no

"Roger, My Liege!"