Chapter 1399


    “Did you not?” Furrowing his eyebrows, James took Delh’s photo out and tossed it to Archbishop Pris, saying, “Take a good


    look at this.”


    Archbishop Pris caught the photo and scrutinized Delh’s appearance, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen her.”


    “Impossible,” James argued. “The Archbishop of St. Anne’s Castle told me that you were the one who took them away. He even


    specifically mentioned that it was Archbishop Pris, ranked third on the Elysian Ranking, who took them away.”


    m Archbishop Pris, alright. I’m also ranked third on the Elysian Ranking. However, | have no idea what you’re talking


    about.”


    “You have no idea?”


    James’ face darkened, and he clenched the de of Justice, saying coldly, “Maybe you''ll be reminded of something when you''re


    beaten to a pulp?”


    “Hahaha...”


    Archbishop Pris burst into a peal ofughter.


    “How insolent of you, young man! No one has dared speak to me like that in a hundred years. Beat me to a pulp? How impudent!


    If you can defeat me, I''ll help you find the person you''re searching for.”


    Acrowd formed around them. Everyone looked at James puzzledly.


    “That Solean ancient martial artist seems to be searching for someone.”


    “Looks like it... The person he’s looking for seemed to be taken away by Archbishop Pris.”


    “No way... | heard that the Archbishop had been in closed-door meditation for the past few years. | don’t think he’s gone outside


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    Many conversed in whispers.


    Koehler watched the two intently.


    At that moment, his gaze was fixed on James.


    He had heard of James. After all, it was because of James’ arrival in Durandal that he organized the International Martial Arts


    Conference to settle the score from a century ago.


    He did not believe that James stood a chance against Archbishop Pris. James was at most thirty years of age. Even if he had


    begun cultivating in his mother’s womb, he had only cultivated for three decades. How would he stand a chance against the


    Archbishop, who was already a renowned martial artist a century ago? Over the course of a century, Archbishop Pris had


    been in closed-door meditation and researching martial arts. He was one of the most powerful individuals in the world.


    “James, go somewhere else if you’re looking for someone. Don’t make trouble for me.” Looking at James, Koehler chastised


    him.


    James, however, brandished the de of Justice. Pointing the sword at Archbishop Pris, he uttered word by word, “I’m


    curious to see what you''ve got. Come at me.”


    “Does he have a death wish?”