My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

Right after, Zion lost his balance. He hurled through the air and slammed against a wall, which left a deep crater.

Everyone in the room gasped.

Zion was the branch leader of the Martial League of Grayvale and a powerful ninth grade fighter. How could he be beaten with just one strike? What kind of monster was Dustin?

Ignatius's eyes widened. His breathing stilled.

How could Zion be beaten?

What kind of power did Dustin have?

Ignatius trembled in fear.

No one here could protect him.

Zion clutched his chest as he coughed. His eyes were filled with terror.

He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Dustin had the kind of skills that were almost legendary in nature. He was simply too powerful to fathom.

The dreadful suspicion Zion had dared not voice was finally confirmed.

"You are... a sovereign grade fighter! A one-in-a-million Martial Saint!" he cried in shock.

At this, the whole place turned silent.

"A-A Martial Saint..." someone said in a trembling voice..

A Martial Saint was more powerful and exceptional than a ninth grade fighter. A Martial Saint was the true dominating force in the martial world. Such a person could weave through an army of hundreds and thousands and defeat them all, even under the onslaught of a rain of bullets!

Such a person was nearly impossible to find in Lovellia. They were a titan among men.

Dustin was so young. It was impossible to think he was anywhere near such a level.

Never before had such an abomination appeared in Lovellia's martial history.

"How could he be a Martial Saint?"

Ignatius was chilled to the bone.

There was no way he would be able to escape from such a powerful fighter.

"Dustin, please let me go! I will give you everything! I will give you everything the Harmon family has!" said Ignatius pleadingly as he tried to tempt Dustin. ""Is that so?" Dustin scoffed.

"Let me ask you something then. Who was the one who ordered you to destroy the Fox family?"

Ignatius suddenly let out a cry. His face turned ashen.

"I can't... I don't dare to say it. I can't!" he said in fear.

Dustin frowned.

If Ignatius was so terrified, it meant that the mastermind behind everything that had happened was someone very powerful.

The Harmon family was on the brink of destruction, and yet Ignatius still did not dare to give him a name.

"If you won't say it, then you shall die!" said Dustin icily and struck.

Right after, Ignatius's head rolled to the ground and stopped with a thud.

The sound broke the silence of the room and made the guests cry out in shock.

"Dustin Fox!" Zion yelled furiously.

Zion felt pressured because of the death of Ignatius.

The massacre of the Cave family yesterday had already shaken the higher-ups. How was he supposed to explain himself if the Harmon family was killed as well?

"Hell Guards!" Dustin called. He was unbothered by Zion's grumbling. Three figures in black appeared and bowed before Dustin.

"Kill every member of the Harmon family. Leave no one alive, whether they're able-bodied or old and frail. Leave no women and children alive. Kill them all!” he said coldly.

"Roger, My Liege!"

The three Hell Guards got up with blades in their hands. Their murderous intent was so strong that it made the guests tremble in fear. Soon, shrieks of terror rose from the crowd, and the Harmon family villa turned into chaos.

It was a bloodbath.

The Hell Guards ignored the fleeing

guests. They had already

memorized the faces of the

members of the Harmon family.

These were the only people they killed.

The chaos that reigned over the room did not matter. None of the members of the Harmon family escaped.

Zion watched with wide eyes as the three Hell Guards went on their killing spree. He was powerless to do anything to stop it.

He had found out in his shock that the three Hell Guards were way more powerful than him.

This realization shook Zion to the core.

At that moment, he only had one thought.

'I'm done for. There's no way I'm keeping my position as branch leader after this...'