Chapter 827


    Swoosh! Swoosh!


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    Without a second wasted, the middle-aged man threw his concealed weapons at Fane.


    Fane instantly grabbed Michael and used him as a human shield.


    "You-" Before Michael could register what happened, the thrown concealed weapons had stabbed him.


    "Young Master Michael!" The middle-aged man reeled back in shock. Fane''s actions were too fast and


    he could barely catch up with him. All he saw a vague shadow, a mere silhouette, and Fane had


    already switched ces.


    Fane tossed Michael''s body forward and mmed it against the middle-aged man.


    The middle-aged man was knocked two steps backward, and just as he was caught up trying to push


    Michael''s rotund body away from him, Fane had already ced his sword on his neck.


    The middle-aged man looked at Fane in surprise. He finally realized how scary the man before him


    was.


    Both him and the middle-aged woman were considered masters in Middle Province, fearless even if


    they met two or even three-starred Kings of War. There was a possibility that they might even be able t


    o kill these Kings of War.


    Nheless, they were helpless when they met Fane.


    Swoosh!


    Fane flicked his sword. Blood sttered, and the middle-aged man fell. Fane merely pressed on as he


    scaled up the mountain.


    "How''s this possible?!" There were bodies all over the ce, but many could not catch up to Fane.


    They knew how strong the middle-aged man and woman were, thus it surprised everyone that they


    were eliminated all too quickly.


    The remaining people stopped when they reached the pavilion, and they began to question their


    mission.


    “Should we continue pursuing him? He’s too f*cking strong. I don''t even think the people up there could


    stop him!" one of them said after a long period of silence.


    "Let''s stop here. The n masters will surely me us if that guy dies!" another person said in fright.


    ''But if the n masters can’t even hold up


    against his attacks, we’d be corpses ourselves if we go up! That guy must''ve killed half of the people


    here as he went u p!" One of the elders thought about it and, with gritted teeth, spoke, "If that''s the


    case, we''d be on a suicide mission if we go up now. Why don’t we rest for a few minutes before we go


    up?"


    Swoosh!


    After killing a few more men, Fane reached White Tower.


    Fane was coated in blood, and they could not assess if it was his own and if he was injured. Updаted at


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    Swoosh!


    Fane''s speed only grew when he saw Kylie and the others tied to stone pirs. He stepped forward,


    and only his shadow was left behind.