“I’ve said it before, they are not in my Ethereal Sect. Lord Alvin doesn’t believe me, and I can’t do anything about it!” Jorge Craft replied indifferently.
“So it seems that Mr Craft is determined to get involved in this matter?” Alvin Hatfield’s tone turned cold.
“My Ethereal Sect has no interest in meddling in the grievances between your Lord’s Mansion and the lower world.” Jorge Craft continued, “Lord Alvin, if you have no other business, please leave!”
“Mr Craft, I advise you to hand them over, otherwise, don’t blame us…” an elder from the other side spoke in a deep voice.
However, before he could finish speaking, the space around him distorted faintly, and a force strong enough to burst the void enveloped the old man.
The old man immediately felt as if his body was about to explode, no matter how he tried to resist, it had no effect.
“Lord Alvin… save me…” blood began to flow from the old man’s mouth.
Alvin Hatfield furrowed his brows slightly, waved his hand, and a surge of momentum swept through, dissolving the force.
With the pressure gone, the old man slumped down, completely exhausted.
“If you interrupt again, you’ll die!” Jorge Craft glanced at the other party.
“…” The old man looked at Jorge Craft with deep fear in his eyes.
He didn’t expect Jorge Craft’s strength to be terrifying to this extent!
“I didn’t expect that after some time apart, Mr Craft’s power has greatly improved!” Alvin Hatfield narrowed his eyes.
“Lord Alvin overpraises me, it’s just a little skill.” Jorge Craft responded before speaking again, “Lord Alvin, please leave!”
“What if I require you to hand them over?” Alvin Hatfield replied.
As soon as his words sounded, a terrifying and boundless pressure swept out, filling the entire void.
The disciples of Ethereal Sect once again slumped down, shivering uncontrollably.
“Boss, why not hand over those two women to Lord Alvin?” Abel Craft, who was not far away, looked at Jorge Craft and spoke.
“You are the master of a sect. Anything you do should consider the interests of the entire sect. There’s no need to get involved with two unrelated people…”
“Was it you who told Lord Alvin that they met with me twenty minutes ago?” Jorge Craft interrupted him.
“I did that for our sect’s sake. I don’t want you to make foolish decisions!” Abel Craft didn’t deny it.
“Oh really?” Jorge Craft sneered.
After saying that, he ignored Abel Craft and released a surge of momentum from his body, dissolving Alvin Hatfield’s pressure.
Then he looked at him.
“Lord Alvin, as I’ve said before, they are not in my sect. If you insist on acting against me, I’ll grant your wish!”
“Mr Craft, do you really want…” Alvin Hatfield furrowed his brows.
Before he could finish his sentence, he stopped and took out a sound transmission stone from his body, covering it with spiritual power.
“Jorge Craft, have you already sent them out of Sky City?”
After listening to the transmission inside, Alvin Hatfield looked at Jorge Craft with cold eyes.
“Now do you believe they are not in my sect?” Jorge Craft shrugged and replied.
“Where did you send them?” Alvin Hatfield asked again.
“Grand Elder, see them off!” Jorge Craft ignored him and spoke to an old man beside him.
“Understood!” The old man named Oscar Craft responded and then looked at Alvin Hatfield. “Lord Alvin, please.”
“Sect Master, you…” Abel Craft beside him spoke again.
“Shut up!” Jorge Craft scolded angrily.
“…” Abel Craft opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something more but eventually closed it.
“Jorge Craft, you will regret this. We’ll see!” Alvin Hatfield took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice.
Then he turned around and flew away.
Others followed closely behind.
“No need for a send-off!” Jorge Craft shouted loudly.
“Sect Master, this move of yours is inappropriate. City Lord’s Mansion will not let it go…” Abel Craft furrowed his brows tightly and spoke.
However, before he could finish his sentence, the space around him twisted.
Just like the elder from City Lord’s Mansion before him, he felt a terrifying force enveloping him.
Abel Craft furrowed his brows and released a powerful aura to shake off the force. Then he quickly flew away.
But just as he was still in mid-air, the space around him distorted again.
“Jorge Craft, what are you trying to do?!” Abel Craft roared in anger as he flew hundreds of meters away.
At that moment, a sword formed from Chi power chased after him.
Abel Craft’s pupils shrank in panic as he quickly dodged to the side.
However, in the next moment, he fell into despair.
The space around him rippled, and an extremely powerful force imprisoned him.
No matter how he tried to resist with his cultivation, it had no effect. He couldn’t move an inch.
In the blink of an eye, the sword formed from Chi power had already flashed in front of him.
“Master!” witnessing this scene, many people around exclaimed in shock.
“Jorge Craft, what… what do you want?” Abel Craft struggled to speak amidst his shock.
As he spoke, he was deeply shaken inside.
He never imagined that Jorge Craft’s strength had reached such a level.
He always thought that at most, Jorge Craft’s cultivation level was only half a level higher than his own and that his combat power might not even be stronger than his own.
That was why he had repeatedly challenged Jorge Craft so boldly.
It wasn’t until now that he realized how ridiculous he was.
Jorge Craft had been hiding his true cultivation level all along. This kind of skill was beyond what he could contend with!
The two sides were no longer on the same level!
Ironically, he had been provoking Jorge Craft like a clown continuously. It was truly pathetic!
“Do you feel scared now?” Jorge Craft spoke calmly.
“After your son’s incident, I gave you many chances, but you wasted them all yourself!”
“Furthermore, I know that you have never accepted my position as Sect Master. You want to replace me!”
“But you overestimate yourself!”
“In terms of martial talent and personal character alone, there are many people in Elder Pavilion who surpass you by far!”
“Why do you think you deserve to be the Sect Master?”
“Boss, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance…” Abel Craft sensed the killing intent emanating from Jorge Craft and pleaded tremblingly.
“In fact, if you were just making some small moves within the sect, I would have tolerated it.” Jorge Craft continued speaking.
“But your ambition extends beyond the sect. You not only formed factions within the sect but also colluded with City Lord’s Mansion and Quicksand Sect to harm fellow sect members. This is a capital offense!”
“Boss, I was wrong. I really was… please…” Abel Craft continued begging for mercy.
Before he could finish speaking, the sword formed from Chi power disappeared into his abdomen and then exploded.
The devastating force instantly shredded his dantian into pieces, rendering him completely useless.
“Ah…” Abel Craft let out a heart-wrenching scream.