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

man nodded and suddenly, a fearsome aura burst out from

was done by a Member of the

body trembling because of

was that arrogant bastard who thought this was the correct way to

Sylvarion ordered.

course, didn't dare to take

however, wasn't willing to

that if he stalled it any further, Sylvarion

the situation

"It was Lady Vyriana..."

another woman who accompanied

was the one who came to Veiled Eden, sensing her Aura, we went to her and she ordered us to leave

about Vyriana either, however, just to be safe, she knelt and was glad she did so. However, this didn't mean

never been humiliated to this extent before. She wanted revenge, however, she, who had witnessed Vyriana's strength knew

had to use someone

see any disciples there! She was clearly lying

everything on

these people went against Vyriana...?" Sylvarion questioned and as he said those words, his subordinates, who were casting Heal

who didn't even react when Sylvarion unleashed his fearsome

at the

Sylvarion's question and the moment she

"Huh?" The woman frowned.

you all perhaps...

questioned as he looked into

"W-What?"

"But even then...

be foolish enough to

the Strongest Divine Cultivator in the world for a

course, had no clue

her reaction, the elf just

Wards, I will treat