Chapter 300


    Beyond the Minds, indeed, therey hidden powerful individuals.


    Was vin worthy of challenging the Sacred Protégé of the Blessed Citadel?


    The Citadel Protégés were relieved they had not challenged vin, knowing they would have


    suffered a terrible defea. They also felt a tinge of shame. Two Protégés from the inner halls of the


    Blessed Citadel had joined forces, yet they could not subdue the Organization Protégé from the


    Nortnds. Was vin too strong, or had the entire Nortnds grown stronger in recent years?


    Marak''s face was grim with concern. vin had bested Romarn, and now, after crushing Sveinn


    and Erica, it seemed as if vin had miraculously replicated his feat from The sh of Eight


    Orders, with even greater ease and strength than before. He had defeated three opponents with


    effortless grace! If vin''s performance in The sh of Eight Orders had surprised Marak, his


    current disy was enough to instill a sense of crisis in Marak. No, he could not allow vin to


    continue growing stronger. Thed was already immensely talented, and with the support of the


    Bloodlore, he could indeed pose a threat to many in the future.


    That''s right, Marak suddenly remembered that before he escorted the Citadel Protégés away from


    Lord Viperbane, he had seen members of Cobalt Strike seeking an audience with Neasilis. Why


    would Cobalt Strike want to speak with Neasilis? To seek peace, or perhaps to plot something else?


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    "Citadel Protégés, still underestimate the Nortnds?" E eximed, pping her hands with a


    laugh. It was a thrilling sight indeed, and nothing warmed the heart quite like seeing the haughty


    Citadel Protégés taken down a notch. Ah, she mused, if there was a chance in the future, she must


    take vin for a tour around the Capital, to meet those arrogant so-called prodigies.


    Lucan and hispanions let out a long sigh of relief. That was close, and certainly thrilling!


    The Citadel Protégés helped the siblings to their feet. One was severely injured, and the other''s


    spirit was wounded, both slipping into semi-consciousness.


    They were not content, wishing they could challenge vin to another fight. However, they took a


    careful look at vin and decisively abandoned the thought. No, thisd looked like he could


    indeed fight on!


    "Did I win?" vin faced the cold gazes of the Citadel Protégés.


    They fell silent. Admitting defeat would mean acknowledging vin''s title as the Shadowlord''s


    Messenger and admitting that the Blessed Citadel''s Inner Protégés were inferior to him. How could


    they utter such words? How would they face the other Inner Protégés once they returned to the


    Blessed Citadel?


    "Can''t ept defeat, can you?" E stood beside vin, deliberately provoking them.


    The faces of the three Elders darkened. The Blessed Citadel represented the Royal Realm''s


    strongest Energy, and the Citadel Protégés were supposed to be the epitome of the new


    generation''s strength. Their goal for the day had been to strip vin of the title of the Shadowlord''s


    Messenger, indirectly humiliating the Eight Orders of the Nortnds. Yet, not only had they failed to


    remove vin''s title, but they had also tarnished the reputation of the Blessed Citadel.


    "Cat got your tongues?" E, indifferent to their disapproval, shed a teasing smile. "How about I


    join in the fun? Two at a time! If that''s not enough, three! And if you''ve got the gall, four is just fine,


    too."


    Such arrogance! The Citadel Protégés were seething with humiliation and rage. A few Advanced


    Mage Stage II Protégés red icyly at E, contemting a challenge. They clenched their fists,


    gathered their energy, and tensed their muscles, but in the end, they couldn''t voice their desire to


    challenge her. Better not to fight. They had heard this woman was even fiercer and more ruthless.


    vin might hold back, and spare lives, but this dame would not care—she might just kill someone


    in her frenzy, and they couldn''t seek revenge unless they were prepared to dere war on


    Bloodlore.


    Suddenly, E waved excitedly toward the front. "Grandfather! You''re finally back!"


    The people of the Blessed Citadel were shocked, instinctively looking in the direction she indicated.


    The Bloodlore Commander is a legend in his own right!


    The three Elders suppressed their displeasure, regainedposure, and turned to greet him.


    Commander Jarad, it''s been ages, do you still remember us..."


    But... Where was he?


    Lucan and the others also looked around. The Bloodlore Commander? Where?


    "Just kidding! Look at you all, so gullible!" E burst intoughter, leaning on vin and beaming


    with delight.