Dustin said seriously, “Caden Murray, the Soul Devouring Technique is a crash course for those out of options.
“If you continue down this path, you’ll meet a violent end sooner or later!” “Nonsense! I’m stronger than ever now! I can take on a thousand-man army without fear!” Caden roared.
“Being strong is all an illusion. Right now, your body is deteriorating fast. If you continue in your foolishness, you’ll only end up harming yourself and those around you!” Dustin warned.
An instant death was considered merciful for those who practiced the Soul Devouring Technique. The real danger was if they went to extremes in training.
They would go berserk and not recognize their loved ones, killing everyone they saw. That was why the nearest and dearest to them often suffered from their madness. There might even come a day when Sheila will be killed by Caden.
“Brat! You can stop with the nonsense now. Even if you come up with the most ridiculous stories, I won’t spare you!” Caden sneered before reaching out to grab Dustin once more. Dustin’s expression darkened. He was about to retaliate when suddenly, a gunshot rang out from outside.
The noise stopped the both of them in their tracks. They turned toward the sound and saw a burly old man with white hair walk in proudly, accompanied by several subordinates. The old man had a squarish face and a bristly beard. His aura commanded respect from others.
It was an air forged through years of battle experience and sent shivers down the spine with just one glance. The old man was Christopher Murray, Dragonmarsh’s Grand General, and the kingdom’s protector.
“Dad?” Caden cooled down immediately and stood obediently, showing a respectful demeanor. “What’s going on? Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed? Why are you fighting at the doorstep of our home?” Christopher said sternly.
“Dad, this brat harmed Roxanne. I was just about to apprehend and question him.” Caden explained with his head lowered.
“Oh?”
Christopher turned his attention to Dustin and asked, “Kid, you look familiar. What’s your name?” Dustin lowered his head respectfully. Greetings, General Murray. My name is Dustin Rhys.”
“Dustin Rhys?” Christopher’s eyes lit up, and he let out a hearty laugh.
“It’s you! No wonder you look like him. “Dad, you know him?” Caden was dumbfounded. “This kid saved Sheila. Have you forgotten already?” Christopher glanced at him in displeasure.
“It was an equal exchange. He treated her illness, and we paid him. We don’t owe him anything. “Besides, he harmed Roxanne. If I don’t take him in now, how will I explain it to Edgar?” Caden said bravely.
“Did Roxanne die?” Christopher countered. “No, but-!” Caden was about to fan the flames when Christopher interrupted him impatiently.
“She’s not dead, right? What’s with all the nonsense? If Edgar is unhappy, ask him to talk to me!”
“What?” Caden was taken aback. Wasn’t his father usually protective of his own? What happened to him? Roxanne was injured, yet he wasn’t concerned.
“What are you still standing there for? Move!” Christopher pushed Caden away and grabbed Dustin’s shoulder. With a smile, Christopher said, “Kid, you’re finally here. We need to drink to our heart’s content tonight!”
Caden watched them leave at a loss. What just happened?
The world had turned upside down!
