Chapter 1156 The Malison Sect
Slap! Freddy slapped Finley’s face hard, sending the latter’s glasses flying.
Trembling in exasperation, Freddy roared, “Get lost now! From now onward, you’re no more a member of the Wood family. You don’t deserve to be my younger brother too! Get out of my sight!”
Seeing that, Finley got up and ran for his life.
After that, Freddy dragged himself wearily into the hall. At the moment, Jared was seated on the chair, sipping tea.
Standing alongside Jared, Freddy dared not take a seat.
“Take your seat,” Jared stated slowly.
Only then did Freddy dare to sit down and let out a deep sigh. It was as though he had aged a lot in the blink of an eye. Unequivocally, the betrayal of the beloved ones was a massive blow for everyone.
After what seemed like an eternity, Freddy finally regained his composure and asked Jared, “Mr. Chance, when do you need the cruise ship? I’ll assign people to make the necessary preparation at once.”
“I need it by tomorrow morning. Arrange a room for me now so I can take a rest,” Jared replied solemnly.
“Okay!” Freddy nodded respectfully.
Located on the border of the Southwest Region, there was lush greenery all year round on Mount Welkindler, and the climate was pleasant.
The ideal environment resulted in the overgrowth of poisonous creatures and Demonic Cultivators.
In one of the natural caves on Mount Welkindler, there was a sect practicing Demonic Cultivation known as the Malison Sect. They had moved to settle down there, as the whole martial arts world had been hot on their heels.
In actuality, the Malison Sect had not existed long enough. Notwithstanding, Quintus Zabel, the leader of the Malison Sect, managed to achieve the Semi Martial Arts Marquis level after cultivating the technique of black magic.
That day, a man emerged outside the Malison Sect’s cave.
Soon, a few men appeared from nowhere and surrounded him.
“Who’re you?” one of the guards from the Malison Sect asked.
“Tell your sect leader now that Zion Zeigler, the president of Warriors Alliance, requests to see him,” Zion replied indifferently with his hands behind his back.
Astounded, the guards exchanged looks in disbelief.
The Malison Sect and Warriors Alliance had been arch-enemies, having no truck with each other. Not to mention, Warriors Alliance was set up to eliminate Demonic Cultivators.
“What are you waiting for?” Zion snapped grimly.
“Y-You… wait a minute…” Petrified, one of the guards shivered and darted hastily into the cave.
In the meantime, Quintus was cultivating. Unbelievably, countless skeleton skulls were flying in mid-air around him.
“Mr. Zabel, bad news!” The guard rushed into the place where Quintus was cultivating.
The latter opened his eyes instantly and stretched his hand toward the guard to grasp his neck.
The next second, the guard was sucked toward Quintus by a powerful sucking force.
“How many times have I reminded all of you not to interrupt me when I’m cultivating?” Quintus unleashed his wrath.
The guard’s face flushed crimson as he stammered, “Mr. Zabel, s-someone from Warriors Alliance is here.”
There was a drastic change in Quintus’ countenance after he heard the guard. Quintus loosened his grip on the guard’s neck and questioned, “What on earth is happening?”
The guard coughed before replying, “Mr. Zabel, someone is outside the cave now, requesting to see you. He addressed himself as Zion Zeigler, claiming he’s the president of Warriors Alliance in Jadeborough.”
“Is he alone?” Quintus asked further.
The guard nodded. “Yeah! I didn’t see anyone else alongside him.”
Quintus furrowed his brows. “Why does he intend to see me? How did he find out about this place?”
Even though Zion was there alone, Quintus was aware of the former’s combat prowess. Good gracious! If a fight unfolds between us, Zion Zeigler will surely stir up turbulence in the Malison Sect!
After much hesitation, Quintus finally rose to his feet and stepped out with the guard. Since Zion could track them down, he had a hunch there would not be a way out for them.
