Supreme Harem God System

1084 The Order holds no regard for those it deems foolish.

Four Complete Divine Stage Cultivators burst into a room, using their Mana, with tensed looks on their faces, they carried their 21 injured companions who had passed out and were barely breathing.

Seeing unknown men barging into the room, the beings wearing white robes inside the room frowned, however, as their eyes fell on the 21 bodies that these men brought, their expression changed.

"Lord Sylvarion! We need your help!" The man shouted.

The Lord Sylvarion he mentioned was an elf and one of the most well-known healers currently present in the Order.

Seeing their expression, Sylvarion didn't waste any time either, waving his hand, he took over control of 21 injured cultivators' bodies and placed them on the beds. The man blinked in surprise, he knew Sylvarion was strong, probably stronger than him, but to think his Mana would overpower his so quickly and he would take control over his companions' bodies that easily...

How was this possible...?

The man started to wonder but then,

"Their bodies are a complete mess, none of their organs are working, all their bones are crushed, and even their brain has some major injuries, the only reason they are still alive is because they are Divine Stage Cultivators.

And even then, if your arrival had been delayed any further, the chances of saving them would have been completely lost.

They need urgent treatment."

Sylvarion spoke with a grim look on his face. Then, he glanced at the 4 cultivators who brought them here and questioned,

"How did this happen?

Who did they battle with for them to end up in this state?"

Hearing that question, the 4 cultivators' expressions changed, they quickly recalled the frightening experience they just had and their bodies started trembling, seeing their reaction, Sylavrion narrowed his eyes, patiently waiting for their answer as his subordinates started casting some basic healing spells on the injured cultivators.

"I-It was a spar."

The man replied.

The battle between members of the Order, no matter how brutal, was always called a Spar.

"What...?"

Sylvarion's expression changed.

result of a Spar?" He questioned, his

fearsome aura burst out

me that this was done by a Member of the

man nodded, his body trembling because of the pressure Sylvarion

was it? Who was that arrogant bastard who thought this was the

Sylvarion ordered.

The man, of course, didn't dare to take

wasn't willing to

me the name." He ordered, his tone even heavier. The pressure the man felt increased. He understood that if he

make the situation too

"It was Lady Vyriana..."

who accompanied the man

who came to Veiled Eden, sensing her Aura, we went to her and she

to be safe, she knelt and was glad she did so. However, this didn't mean she held

this extent before. She wanted revenge, however, she, who had witnessed Vyriana's strength knew

had to use

disciples but we couldn't even see any disciples there! She was clearly lying

woman shouted, blaming everything on Vyriana,

questioned and as he

must know, these were the same subordinates who didn't even react when Sylvarion unleashed his fearsome Aura and continued to treat

at the woman who had just

to answer Sylvarion's question and

"Huh?" The woman frowned.

you all perhaps... new

questioned as he looked into the

"W-What?"

"But even then...

Cultivator would be foolish enough

Cultivator in the world for a reason,

course, had no clue why Sylvarion was

the elf just sighed,

for now. Maverick, take them to other Wards, I