The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 830

An invincible force suddenly surrounded the guards. They paled as their bodies became immobile, as though bound by invisible chains.

Fortunately for them, Selmer didn't want to kill them. Otherwise, they would have died by

now.

Within seconds, five figures appeared at the gate. Judging by their auras, all five were masters of the Blood Realm, a proof of Skyward Guild's might. "What is the meaning of this?" a middle-aged man asked.

Selmer smiled. "I've come to deliver a message on behalf of my master. And you are?"

The middle-aged man's expression shifted after hearing that. It had been years since anyone dared to address Skyward Guild in this manner.

"I am Stamford of Skyward Guild," he replied.

Selmer nodded. "Mr. Zeller was the one who hurt Thomas. This phone contains evidence of him kidnapping a high school girl and attempting to assault her. If Skyward Guild chooses to shield him, Mr. Zeller will prepare to fight."

Guild's members stunned. "Mr. Walter,

are you

in Skyward Guild's

a mistake? We've already investigated and found no one named Thomas among our

explained, "Thomas is the younger brother of my son's mistress."

"Mr. Miles, do you

a blind

your opinion, Mr. Walter?" Terry

let it pass. First, Thomas was in the wrong. Second, the man they sent was formidable and suggests he is not

mere mistress' brother wasn't worth anyone's concern. Stamford's suggestion meant it wasn't worth causing

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in agreement, feeling Stamford's

man my son sent to protect Thomas, will inevitably die by sunset with no cure available." "What?" The hall fell silent. Patrick's death was no small

far