Chapter 775


    “Y–You… How dare you humiliate me?” Joel erupted in fury. “I might not be stronger than her, but I’m


    surely stronger than you!”


    He shouted, “I’m going to show you the Heavenly Immortals‘ terrifying power! Die!”


    Joel aimed his palm at Dustin’s back.


    “No!”


    The three women’s expressions shifted, but they couldn’t stop Joel in time. They could only watch


    helplessly as the forceful strike hit Dustin’s back.


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    A resounding explosion echoed through the room. However, Dustin remained seated,pletely


    unaffected.


    Instead, Joel was sent flying backward like a rocket. He crashed through the windows and plummeted


    from the second floor,nding right by Daniel’s feet.


    “Joel?” The group was shocked to see him fall and quickly helped him to his feet.


    Didn’t he say he was going to hold them off? Why did he end up sprawled at their feet?


    “Are you okay?” Daniel asked.


    Joel spat out a mouthful of blood on Daniel’s face, as if mocking him for even asking.


    He then pointed a trembling finger at the window above, looking horrified.


    “Run! There’s a monster up there!” He fainted as soon as he said that.


    “A monster?” The group looked up at the second floor and met Dustin’s demonic gaze. It sent chills


    down their spine.


    “Run!” Daniel didn’t hesitate. He ordered Joel to be lifted into the car before stepping on the


    elerator.


    Under Daniel’s urging, the car sped away, never slowing down.


    Half an hourter, the car stopped in front of a Victorian–style mansion. It was enclosed by high walls


    made of sturdy bricks.


    The mansion upied a vast area and had four courtyards, giving off an ancient vibe.


    “Dad!”


    “Mr. Grint!”


    A group of people carried Joel inside the house in a rush. Their actions were apanied by loud


    cries, creating quite a scene.


    “What happened?” A strong, middle–aged man who looked weary walked out of the living room.


    He was none other than Brutus Grint, the guildmaster of the Zen Order.


    “Dan, what happened to you?” Brutus frowned, noticing Daniel’s injury.


    “Dad, I’m in much better shape than Joel. Look at him. He’s dying.” Daniel looked concerned.


    “What?” Brutus took a closer look, and his expression hardened.


    “Who did this? Who injured my disciple like this?” he asked in anger.


    Brutus stopped pursuing the matter and took out a healing tablet, feeding it to Joel. He then channeled


    internal energy into him to help with his injuries.


    After around 30 minutes, Joel coughed and finally opened his eyes. However, the fear in his eyes never


    subsided. That attack had traumatized him.


    He couldn’t believe that his full–on attack didn’t hurt Dustin. Instead, it ended up hurting him badly.


    Joel’s dignity as a martial artist ranked on the Heavenly Immortals had been trampled on.


    “Joel, who did this to you?” Brutus asked darkly. Joel was his most talented student and his future


    sessor.


    “Mr. Grint …” Joel looked up at Brutus and started crying.


    “Mr. Grint … let’s go back to Glenstead tonight. I don’t want to take part in any Knighthood Society


    tournament anymore,” he said between sobs.


    “Why are you crying like this? You’re a grown man. What exactly happened?” Brutus asked, frowning.


    Joel continued sobbing. “Mr. Grint, I’m scared. I forfeit. Let’s go back. It’s scary here …”