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.

was a result of a Spar?" He questioned, his voice was

The man nodded and suddenly, a fearsome aura burst out from

are telling me that this was

trembling because

that arrogant bastard who thought this was the correct way to end a Spar? Give me his

Sylvarion ordered.

didn't dare

however, wasn't willing to back

man felt increased. He understood that if

the situation too

"It was Lady Vyriana..."

who accompanied

sensing her Aura, we went to her

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

She wanted

had to

even see any disciples there! She was

shouted, blaming everything on Vyriana,

these people went against Vyriana...?" Sylvarion questioned and as he said those words, his

were the same subordinates who didn't even react when Sylvarion unleashed his fearsome Aura and continued to treat patients, however, the moment they heard the

and glanced at the woman who had just

however, she nodded to answer Sylvarion's question and the

"Huh?" The woman frowned.

all perhaps...

looked into

"W-What?"

"But even then...

Cultivator would be foolish

Divine Cultivator in

of course, had no clue why Sylvarion was talking about

the elf just

out of danger for now. Maverick, take them to other Wards, I will treat them