The Pinnacle Of Life Chapter 1371
All the Zimmers were so enraged that they were trembling.
‘We asked you to attend the trial, yet here you are sending us three caskets? Not to mention that they
are all of such low quality? Who do you even want to ce inside anyway?’
Agnes was so angry that she started huffing heavily, her eyes filled with fury.
“You… You all are being ridiculous!” She lunged over and kicked on the casket harshly.
However, the quality of the wood was just too poor. Agnes managed to break the boards, her entire
heel stuck in between.
The fragments on the board prated her skin, making her clench her teeth from the pain. In the end,
another member of their family had to help spread the board open for her to get out.
Just as he was doing so, he managed to catch a glimpse of whaty inside of the casket. He
immediately screamed in fear as soon as he noticed a pair of dead, cold eyes staring right back at him.
“There… There’s someone in there!” the man yelled.
“What?”
“Someone’s in the casket? Who is it?”
Snow immediately rushed over and opened the lid of the casket. Her eyes widened slightly. It was her
godsister, Sister Flora!
At that moment, her eyes were painted in a light shade of blood red as her head drowned in rage
drowned infinitely. Flora was one of her best allies, far more powerful and skilled than The Shredder as
well.
The current martial arts world had glorified Grandmasters as though they were the absolute rank a
martial artist could ever achieve. This made it seem like there were no more than ten grandmasters
within America. In reality, this was just what was known to the public. Although there really weren’t
many Grandmasters in the country, people of these ranks weren’t considered rare, especially within
ancient ns.
Grandmasters weren’t exactly as powerful as some imed. Innate Martial Honor was an even higher
rank than a Grandmaster. Hence those who could achieve that were the real masters.
However, within the Blood Cult, Innate Martial Honor wasn’t the strongest either. This was because
they had strayed onto a way different pathpared to that demonic cultivation, one that was
considered a different type of cultivation.
Flora, a demonic cultivator that had achieved Divine Transcendence, was also Snow’s right hand
woman. She was one of the vanguards of the mortal realm. Yet this vanguard died.
All Snow wanted to do was to scream her heart out and kill everyone here. She calmed herself almost
immediately, the blood-red in her eyes vanishing as well.
‘Lord Commander of Department Six is here. He’s a true master, but no one knows just how powerful
he is. I heard he’s achieved extremely high ranks. So I’m not sure if I can pull this off even though I’ve
formed a proper demonic core…’
Her original n could not fail. Even if her children had died, their deaths were nothingpared to the
revival of the Blood Cult. She knew she had to endure this silently.
Just then, Quentin walked over as well. As soon as he saw Flora’s corpse, he was shocked and
enraged.
He pointed a finger towards Alex and yelled. “You’re insane! You madman! You monster! How dare you
kill a nun? You’re too cruel! If you wanted to kill our family, you could ’vee for me instead! Why did
you go for a nun, for god’s sake?!”
Extremely heartbroken. He wasn’t putting up an act at all.
That was because Flora was not just any ordinary bodyguard to him, but his mistress. He had had sex
with Flora a long time ago, behind Snow’s back nheless.
However, he had no idea that this was part of Snow’s n as well. Snow was the one who told her to
sleep with her own husband. This governor in Michigan was a key chess piece in their scheme to
revive the cult.
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By having him sleep with Flora, he would regret his actions, thereby providing Snow a bigger
advantage when he manipted and used him.