Ronald Hussain and his group entered Crystal Bay House.
Sunlight poured into the courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the ground through the gentle light filtering through the leaves.
Flynn and Rose Sharp sat in the pavilion, a cool breeze brushing past them, causing the curtains to flutter gently, accompanied by a faint floral fragrance.
“When Ronald Hussain arrives, you should reason with him instead of resorting to violence.” Rose Sharp sat next to Flynn, her white sleeves swaying in the breeze.
Her exquisite beauty resembled delicate patterns on porcelain.
Having spent so much time with her, Flynn naturally understood what she meant by “reasoning”-it meant not engaging in verbal battles but rather inflicting injuries without taking lives.
“Do you like it here? Don’t want it to be stained with blood?” Flynn sipped his tea, the taste rich and smooth on his tongue, a content smile on his face.
“You don’t have to possess something you like. As long as this scene remains in your heart,” Rose Sharp replied.
“It’s the same with people. As long as that person remains by your side, that will be enough,” she added, raising her teacup to her lips, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Her bright eyes were as clear as water. Through the liquid in the teacup, one could almost see endless tranquility and purity.
A gentle breeze blew through the pavilion, causing the curtains to flutter like angel wings dancing in the air.
The sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on both of them.
The fragrance of flowers filled the air, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and warmth within the pavilion.
Flynn couldn’t help but give a thumbs up and praise, “Truly a person of culture. Your words are so poetic, but I don’t agree with what you just said.”
“If I like something, I will get it no matter what. Otherwise, what does it mean to like it?” Rose Sharp chuckled and lightly tapped Flynn, somewhat speechless. “Is that why you’re involved with many women at the same time?”
“No, it’s just that my heart has been broken into several pieces and each piece has fallen for different people.” Flynn savored the tea, smiling.
“Who broke your heart?” Rose Sharp poured tea for Flynn and asked with a smile.
Flynn glanced at Rose Sharp and said softly, “Of course, it’s you. You won’t even let me touch your leg.”
“Get lost! Drink your tea and don’t disturb this peaceful atmosphere!”
Laughter and playfulness filled the pavilion. As Ronald Hussain and others nearby saw them, they were furious.
The head of Eight Extremities School had come in person, yet these two dared to frolic without paying any respect.
How audacious!
Who gave them such courage?
Were they looking down upon them?
“Mr. Hussain, they must be doing this on purpose! They deliberately disrespect Eight Extremities School and disrespect you!” Frederick Powell pointed at the pavilion, fuming with anger.
There was an element of acting in his anger, but there was also genuine frustration.
He couldn’t stand Flynn’s arrogance and recklessness.
Lilia Hussain couldn’t understand what Flynn was thinking. Wasn’t he supposed to bribe them with money or use some ancient formulas to win them over?
Why wasn’t he getting up to greet them?
Did Flynn really want to challenge Ronald Hussain head-on?
Did he want to make a name for himself?
She was so confused!
She really couldn’t understand Flynn’s intentions.
Ronald Hussain’s gaze was sharp as he shot it towards Flynn’s back.
He forced himself to remain calm, but his trembling body revealed his inner anger.
Wherever he went, everyone dared not be neglectful and took the initiative to greet him. Even Zion Watson wouldn’t dare disregard him!
This brat clearly didn’t want a peace talk!
“This young man is too arrogant!”
“Does he think that being at my level means he can ignore me?”
“I have twenty thousand disciples, twenty-seven Grandmasters, and thousands of Semi-Grandmasters!”
“What qualifications does he have to be arrogant in front of me?”
As Ronald Hussain spoke, he walked forward with an aura radiating around him like a storm.
The vast courtyard was instantly shrouded in a violent killing intent. The people felt as if they were being suppressed by a mountain, their hearts pounding wildly and even breathing becoming difficult.
Twenty-seven Grandmasters followed closely behind him, their imposing presence overwhelming as they charged towards Flynn with an overwhelming murderous intent.
A fierce wind rose up, causing the curtains on the pavilion to flutter everywhere.
Seeing this scene, Frederick Powell grinned.
Ronald Hussain got angry! Those who were familiar with him knew that once he got angry, bloodshed was inevitable!
Flynn was doomed today!
Haha… He finally could avenge his father’s death!
Lilia Hussain couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
This was the villa she bought for three hundred million! It hadn’t even been half a year yet, and now two Lesser Sovereigns and dozens of Grandmasters were going to have a fight here. They might end up demolishing this place!
But if Flynn that bastard wouldn’t agree to peace talks, the fight was inevitable!
Bastard!
Such a bastard!
Would it kill him to give her a way out?
However…
A coldness appeared in Flynn’s eyes as he said quietly to Rose Sharp, “Your tranquility is gone now.”
After saying this, he stood up!
Turning slowly, he walked out of the pavilion.
At that moment, Ronald Hussain had already arrived nearby. When he saw Flynn, it felt like a heavenly thunder striking down directly on him, leaving him stunned on the spot.
“Stop! Everyone stop!” Ronald Hussain shouted abruptly. Fear and shock were mixed in his voice as it trembled.
“Boom!”
He opened his arms wide and expanded his chest. A majestic aura resembling city walls blocked everyone behind him.
He pushed all twenty-seven Grandmasters more than ten meters away from him.
Ronald Hussain’s face turned pale. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead.
“Master… What are you doing?” Everyone was bewildered.
Lilia Hussain and Frederick Powell were also dumbfounded.
Weren’t they going to have a fight?
Why did it stop?
Faced with everyone’s confusion, Ronald Hussain didn’t explain anything. His gaze fell directly on Flynn. Fear swept through his eyes like a storm raging within him.
King of the Underworld?
How could this be happening?
Flynn was King of the Underworld…
King of the Underworld was Flynn…
Ronald Hussain was overwhelmed. Fear made his body tremble uncontrollably.
Although he had only seen King of the Underworld once before, such a character would leave an indelible impression even after just one meeting!
How could King of the Underworld appear in such an insignificant place like Niarak?
Shouldn’t he be the Shelon King or marry Lyra Whitaker and guard Haralu?
Shouldn’t he be living happily in Eahta?
Why did he end up in this godforsaken place?
Damn it!
How could he fathom King of the Underworld’s thoughts?
Rumble-
Ronald Hussain’s mind went blank.
What did he say just now?
Did he want to make Flynn kneel down and agree to peace talks?
Did he want to compete with Flynn over who was more beloved by others?
Damn! Wasn’t that no different from competing against an emperor as a commoner?
No! Not an emperor! A god!
This was nothing short of wishful thinking!
King of the Underworld was a living legend!
Rumors had it that he could suppress ten Greater Sovereigns with just a raise of his hand!
His sword aura spanned ten thousand miles. One slash could freeze nineteen states. He was truly invincible in this world!
The number one Blademaster of this era!
Moreover, it was said that his cultivation system was different from ordinary martial arts systems in this world.
Ronald Hussain’s rank was not high enough, so he didn’t know much about King of the Underworld and couldn’t confirm these things.
There may be some exaggeration involved.
But he knew that the Raven King had pledged allegiance to King of the Underworld-just that alone was enough to inspire fear!
Who was the Raven King?
A Greater Sovereign!
A Semi-Earthly Sovereign!
The master of Dark Night Temple!
He had three hundred thousand followers at his disposal-eighteen Greater Sovereigns, over fifty Lesser Sovereigns, and countless Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters!
His influence spanned across eighteen countries in Europolis!
Eight Extremities School was nothing but a joke in his eyes!
Someone who can cause panic among people just by making a move willingly became King of the Underworld’s servant.
Ronald Hussain, as a Lesser Sovereign, was nothing but an ant!
He was done for!