The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 608

"So, you're the one meddling in other people's business? I was expecting some kind of hotshot," a voice taunted as two figures walked into the courtyard a young man and an older gentleman. Based on Matty's earlier mention, the younger man was undoubtedly Louis O'Neill.

Louis glanced at the four writhing men on the ground. His expression tightened as he assessed their condition. Even a glance was enough to tell they had been subjected to extreme torture.

Felix did not bother with greetings, shooting four silver needles into Matty and the others and causing them another wave of excruciating pain. Even Louis's lips twitched involuntarily as he watched. He dared not imagine how horrible the pain was.

""In eve

every nation, anyone with even a shred of decency knows you never harm children!" Felix's voice was cold yet laced with fury.

He continued, "There's a story from abroad about a fugitive in a high-speed car chase. Police were hot on his tail, but he slammed on the brakes when he came across a crosswalk filled with kids. Only after the children were safely across did he continue his escape." Felix's piercing gaze fixed on Louis as he questioned, "If even a criminal understood that basic principle, how is it that you don't?"

Louis's gaze hardened as he regained his composure. "Save your righteous nonsense for the afterlife. You can chat about morality with the devil once you're dead."

he stood. A second later, he reappeared, dangling mid-air with Felix's

his throat.

was not just some lackey-he was a Martial God, someone whose strength allowed

with disbelief before they filled with resignation. He tried to summon his will to die, but Felix's overwhelming aura smothered him entirely. Even Louis, standing

this man?

was immobilized, Louis tried to activate a forbidden technique-a last-ditch method to sever his heartstrings and end

horror, even this failed. The technique would not activate, as though Felix's sheer presence had

join them in paying for

hand, two more silver needles flew out. A new round of horrific screams filled the courtyard

their strength. The old man was indeed a

to endure three rounds of torment without completely

sobbing voice broke through the screams as he collapsed, begging, "No more! Please! I'll do anything-just don't