The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 513

"Dexter Grimshaw!" Timothy shouted.

Timothy's eyes flashed with intense focus as he suddenly turned toward a large boulder. Sure enough, a figure now stood atop it.

It was a short, middle-aged man with dark, withered skin whose appearance could make one's stomach turn. His beady eyes radiated a bone-chilling gleam. Even without looking, Timothy would have recognized the Jack of Hearts from Thirteen Aces by his voice alone. "So you've shown up with your elite squad. It seems someone really did sell me out! Never mind, it actually helps clear up some questions I had," Dexter mocked.

Timothy's presence was overwhelming as he sneered. "Heh! You're quite composed. Have you accepted your inevitable death and come to beg for mercy?" Dexter's eyes narrowed, rage flickering within. "Did you think I'll still get beaten up by you like before? If I'm showing myself, you're not leaving here alive!"

Timothy showed no fear. He hadn't ascended to the rank of Martial Saint and became one of the Warlord of Thunder's generals for nothing. "I know you've created some new zombies, but they're nothing before me! Surrender now, and you'll suffer less." Indeed, Dexter was a corpse controller who could transform dead bodies into zombies. Most corpse controllers were actually righteous practitioners, but Dexter's twisted mind had led him down a dark path.

the Aces because of his obsession with zombie creation. He would regularly experiment on living people and

shake, four figures appeared. "Mr. Hunter, I can guarantee with absolute certainty that none of you

bell again. The

turned toward Solomon. His instincts warned him that the greatest threat

finally succeeded a few months ago. I

who had not moved a muscle until now, attacked.

Chapter 513

The ground split with

He had not expected this young man to have reached the