The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky

"Kid, I don't know what nonsense you're spouting! "This is our esteemed expert, Elder Destiny, from the Micahs.

He's not some 'Hades'! "Stop spewing lies and slandering people!" Mister Micah, having regained his composure, angrily rebuked Leon, denying any association between Elder Destiny and Hades.

His sharp gaze immediately turned toward the grey-clad Elder Destiny.

"Elder Destiny, kill this brat quickly, don't let him deceive everyone with his lies!" Mister Micah's face was cold and ruthless, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Although he was not certain whether Elder Destiny was Hades, he was well aware of one thing.

At this moment, only Leon knew Elder Destiny's true identity, and no one else dared to confirm it.

As long as Elder Destiny killed Leon swiftly, leaving no evidence, the Micahs could arrange for Elder Destiny to escape afterward.

With no proof, the Wu Long Group of Zhongyu wouldn't be able to take any action against the Micahs, especially given his father's esteemed status in the underworld.

All problems could be resolved this way! However, Howser and the Summers members present weren't blind or deaf.

it might not be enough to cover up

out Howser and the Summers members as well, leaving no witnesses to ensure

tricky part was

Mister Micah wouldn't dare let Elder Destiny

decided to wait and see how things unfolded

kill!" Sensing the cold murderous intent in Mister Micah's eyes, Keith and the Summers members, along with Howser and the Jansons's experts, all turned

the

Hades to cover up the truth would be to

given their relatively low cultivation levels, it would be a mere trifle for the Micahs's experts

in the Advanced Almighty state, Elder Destiny's cultivation already reached the peak of the

was notorious for his ruthlessness, making him a top-tier expert among

the Micahs's Fourth Holy Guardian, the Jansons's

decided to go on akilling spree, they would all be

no other

both the summers and the Jansons experts felt hearts sink into despair, a chilling feeling of hopelessness