Zion Watson’s villa was located on the mountaintop, a six-story European-style building.
The closest villa to the mountainside was two kilometers away.
There were thirty bodyguards stationed almost every step of the way, along with an alarm-triggering system. The level of security was almost comparable to that of a presidential residence.
This piqued Flynn’s curiosity even more, as he believed that there must be some earth-shattering secret inside.
He approached the outskirts of the villa and, with his keen sense of smell, detected the scent of herbs, distinguishing several different types.
All were highly toxic herbs.
When ingested by humans, these poisonous herbs would cause heart attacks and eventually lead to heart failure and death.
Five meters away, a security guard was smoking a cigarette. Flynn silently moved behind him and disappeared in a flash.
Then he reappeared a hundred meters away, with only a gust of wind passing by. The security guard glanced over but paid no attention, continuing to smoke and even taking out his phone to play with.
In this way, Flynn successfully approached the villa, evading more than a dozen security guards and three hidden sentries.
Inside, the furnishings were simple, with herbs and beakers everywhere.
Following the scent of herbs, Flynn reached the basement where there was a chemical laboratory.
The door was closed but not locked.
Flynn gently pushed it open and was hit by a strong stench of blood.
There were seven or eight tables filled with beakers and glass tubes. In the northeast corner, one table was covered with a cloth.
Lifting it up revealed a dissected corpse lying on top, its chest opened up with its organs turned into a mixture of blood and flesh.
It was a young female corpse.
Very young.
Quite beautiful.
Her face still had a touch of innocence, no more than twenty years old at most.
Looking at the clothes in the trash can next to her-tattered rags-she seemed to be a beggar.
Her face twisted in agony. She must have been tortured with poison before her death, with blood flowing from her mouth and nose.
Flynn’s face turned grim.
In the prime of her life, she had been treated like an experimental subject, dissected and gutted.
Even though Flynn didn’t know the girl well, he felt a deep disdain for Zion Watson’s actions upon witnessing the scene.
Moreover, Flynn had a sense of empathy for the beggar. When he was ten, there had been a beggar girl who had treated him kindly.
She was two years older than Flynn.
While his mother was out trying to make a living, the girl often brought him food-though it was just leftovers and stale cake, Flynn was still grateful.
The two of them frequently played together and collected bottles.
Unfortunately, after spending two years together, the girl vanished without a trace.
Flynn was saddened by her disappearance for some time.
Seeing the scene before him now made Flynn question whether that girl had met a fate similar to the one unfolding before his eyes.
A chill ran through his spine.
In Ostrad, with a population of over a billion, as many as 40, 000 people go missing every year-vanishing without a trace, with no bodies found.
Who knew if someone, like the girl before him, had been treated like livestock and butchered?
Flynn scanned the room and noticed a small jar containing a white powder.
He picked it up and sniffed it. It had only the faintest scent, something an ordinary person wouldn’t notice at all.
Along with the three substances Flynn detected earlier, it contained sixteen other highly toxic herbs, including Scorpion, Datura, and others.
Any one of these extracts could kill an elephant.
Combined, even a nail-sized amount of this powder would be enough to ensure the death of a blue whale.
“Hmm? Aren’t these the ingredients for Dragon Slayer Powder?” Flynn’s expression grew serious.
Dragon Slayer Powder, as the name suggested, was lethal even to divine beings!
Its toxicity was truly terrifying.
To put it bluntly, even an Earthly Sovereign would not survive a sufficient dose.
Even if it didn’t kill them, their power would be greatly diminished.
The most frightening part was that true Dragon Slayer Powder had no scent at all. Even an Earthly Sovereign wouldn’t be able to detect it.
However, Dragon Slayer Powder was not easy to concoct. It required precise ratios.
Otherwise, maximizing its effectiveness was nearly impossible.
Zion Watson’s decision to bring Isaac Smith here day and night likely meant he was trying to crack this formula and amplify its toxicity.
The half-finished product before him was still missing two components-Aconite and Quinine.
If Isaac Smith figured out the right proportions, they would successfully produce Dragon Slayer Powder.
But why was Zion Watson creating something so deadly?
To hunt down an Earthly Sovereign?
Given Zion Watson’s current position, it would be difficult for him to even approach an Earthly Sovereign.
Flynn furrowed his brow, suddenly realizing something. “Could it be that he’s preparing Dragon Slayer Powder for that noble guest?”
According to the information from Orion Kennedy, a Greater Sovereign was scheduled to visit Pelens soon to meet with Zion Watson.
If that were the case, it seemed the Dragon Slayer Powder was intended for that mysterious individual.
But who did he want to kill?
It must be someone stronger than a Greater Sovereign. Otherwise, why go through the trouble of creating Dragon Slayer Powder?
The power of a Greater Sovereign was formidable enough to handle most problems.
After all, it was well known that Greater Sovereigns were almost godlike figures to ordinary people. Not to mention the even more powerful Earthly Sovereigns.
Was the mysterious individual looking to kill an Earthly Sovereign?
Who could that Earthly Sovereign be?
With these doubts swirling in his mind, Flynn quietly exited the villa and made his way to the back of the hillside villa, his expression growing increasingly grave.
“Mr. Clark, what’s the situation inside?” Nathan Fletcher asked.
Flynn narrowed his eyes, a hint of killing intent in his voice as he replied, “They’re making Dragon Slayer Powder.”
“What?!” Nathan Fletcher’s face changed, alarmed. “That stuff is an ancient poison, lost for hundreds of years. Even an Earthly Sovereign can’t withstand it.”
“Why is Zion Watson making such a deadly substance?”
As a member of the National Security Bureau and a disciple of Mr. Price, Nathan had a deep understanding of medicinal practices.
He knew exactly what Dragon Slayer Powder was.
Its effects were so domineering that it was highly effective against martial artists, which had led to much resistance from the martial community. Some even killed the renowned doctors who created it.
Since then, Dragon Slayer Powder had faded into obscurity, with no one daring to speak of it.
Moreover, to poison an ordinary person, a standard poison would suffice. There was no need to go through the trouble of creating Dragon Slayer Powder.
Given all this, Nathan Fletcher had every reason to believe that Zion Watson was developing this drug to poison high-level martial artists.
Flynn gazed into the distance, his expression somber. “Soon, a Greater Sovereign will be coming to see Zion Watson.”
“Orion Kennedy and Apollo Jenkins are keeping an eye on this matter.”
“Zion Watson is likely concocting poison for that Greater Sovereign. I suspect they’re planning to kill an Earthly Sovereign.”
As soon as he said this, Nathan Fletcher’s hands trembled in shock. He had guessed correctly!
Though he was part of the Fletcher family, he had never encountered an Earthly Sovereign. He had only caught a distant glimpse of a Greater Sovereign and had never spoken to one.
The cultivation world was shrouded in mystery.
Its connections to the secular world were minimal.
The higher one ascended in cultivation, the more profound it became. Those Greater and Earthly Sovereigns rarely showed themselves, except to serve their countries.
Their realms were transcendent, and they looked down upon wealth and power.
This was why a wealthy family’s head, boasting hundreds of billions, could proudly claim to have a Grandmaster in their ranks.
As for the Earthly Sovereigns, they were like celestial beings-capable of traversing vast distances in a single breath!
Now, Zion Watson and his associates were actually planning to kill an Earthly Sovereign?
What was the difference between that and slaying a god?
Nathan Fletcher inhaled sharply, feeling increasingly alarmed by the terrifying forces behind Zion Watson.
Zion Watson and his group were undoubtedly concocting a monstrous conspiracy!