“Stop right there!” Just as Dustin was about to finish Caspian, a sudden shout cut through the air. At the same time, a projectile shot out of the shadows, a deadly dart aimed right at Dustin’s back.
Dustin raised an eyebrow, swiftly turned around, and caught the dart with two fingers. Upon taking a closer look, it was a poisoned dart. It emanated a dark aura, sporting the mark written “Mystic”. It was an object from Mystic Arts Order!
“Who are you? You dare to attack a disciple of the Mystic Arts Order? You’ve got some nerve!” At this moment, an old woman in black robes emerged from the shadows.
The old lady had a weathered appearance, a petite figure that seemed ordinary. But her eyes were exceptionally cold and sharp, like venomous snakes. It instilled fear in anyone who caught her gaze.
“Madam Beatrix? Madam Beatrix, save me!” Seeing her, Caspian acted like he had just found a lifeline. He stumbled towards her, seeking refuge.
Though others might not know, he knew that Beatrix was an elder of the Mystic Arts Order, a grandmaster martial artist. Unlike regular grandmasters, her mastery of mystic arts had peaked, making her a formidable force with deadly techniques.
Eight years ago, three grandmasters tried to ambush Beatrix. She not only defeated them single-handedly, but one was dead, and the other two were severely injured. Since then, she gained a fearsome reputation, and none dared to provoke her.
“Useless! You got yourself into such a sorry state against a brat like him. You’re a disgrace to the Mystic Arts Order!” Beatrix frowned as she observed Caspian drenched in blood, clearly displeased.
The Mystic Arts Order, known as the top evil sect, had reached a point where its name struck fear into the hearts of everyone. When did they become so feeble?
“Madam Beatrix, you’ve no idea. This bastard is a grandmaster martial artist, he’s damn strong!” Caspian pleaded with a mournful expression.
“Oh? Is that so?” Beatrix scrutinized Dustin, surprised. Achieving grandmaster status at such a young age marked him as a top-tier talent, even within the Mystic Arts Order.
“Young one, what’s your name, and who is your mentor?” Beatrix inquired cautiously. A young prodigy like him would undoubtedly have an exceptional background. If she just exterminated him without thinking, it could stir up a whole mess of problems.
“Who I am doesn’t matter. I’m here for justice,” Dustin responded calmly. This person by your side tried to kill me. Hand him over, and today’s incident will be forgotten.”
“Humph! You sure got the guts to take my men?” Beatrix narrowed her eyes. ” It seems you don’t know the might of the Mystic Arts Order.”
“I won’t cause trouble with the Mystic Arts Order. But when someone crosses me, I settle the score. Otherwise, I can’t sleep soundly. So, today, he’s going down!” Dustin pointed at Caspian.
“You’re one cocky brat!” Madam Beatrix’s face darkened. “Looks like you don’t understand the power of the Mystic Arts Order!”
With those words, she shot forward, delivering a palm strike toward Dustin’s chest. Her bony hand emitted a poisonous aura, enough to deter even a grandmaster martial artist from taking it head-on.
Dustin huffed, and his expression turned cold. He pushed out a palm without dodging or evading, colliding head-on with Beatrix’s venomous strike.
“Boom!” A resounding explosion echoed. Dustin stood unfazed while Madam Beatrix was sent more than ten steps back, finally halting at the living room entrance.
