Chapter 523: Chapter 523: John’s Death!
The Forbidden Land, Wild Land City!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
John, who was enjoying his life at the City Lord Mansion, was suddenly disturbed by a loud noise.
“What’s happening? What’s going on outside? Are those slaves causing trouble again?” John lost his interest, his face instantly showing a hint of disgust.
However, at this mont, there was no one outside to answer him.
Huh?!
Seeing that no one was responding, John’s brows furrowed, his cold gaze fixed on the door.
“Enough of this fuckery! Arm yourselves!” John ordered in a low voice.
At this mont, the few subordinates who were drinking wine by his side reacted and took their weapons.
In the Forbidden Land, firearms are not allowed. Besides, ordinary guns are ineffective against the Transcendents.
Therefore, the people here use cold weapons, the most direct form of warfare.
Of course, these cold weapons aren’t ordinary. They are made from the transcendent materials found in the Forbidden Land, maximizing the power of the Transcendents.
For instance, the Wolf Fang Club that John is using now. Its spikes are made from the tusks of the special species– the beasts of the wild, found in the Forbidden Land. The weapon is extrely powerful.
John grabbed the Wolf Fang Club and led the charge out of the door.
But just as he reached the door, a young figure appeared before him.
Huh?!
From Dragon Realm?
Seeing the characteristic Dragon Realm features on White Mitchell’s face, John’s countenance instantly turned ferocious.
No need to guess, this young man is one of the three who dared to break into Wild Land City from the Dragon Realm.
However, John didn’t expect that his n couldn’t stop this young man.
“Seems like you’ve got so guts. In your Dragon Realm language, this is ‘Only the fiercest dragons can cross the river,’ right?” John, holding the Wolf Fang Club, sneered.
Upon hearing his words, White Mitchell chuckled lightly and calmly said, “I’m giving you a chance. Take your n and get out of Wild Land City, or else, die!”
Looking at the giant cages next to the city gate, White Mitchell knew that this John was not a good person.
Countless people must have died by his hand.
Moreover, he’s exceedingly cruel, using captives as cannon fodder without hesitation.
This scum deserved to die, if anything, that would be a light punishnt.
Hearing this, John burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world. “Kid, you’ve got a big mouth for just one person. How dare you speak so arrogantly in my presence?
Looks like you have a death wish! Brothers, finish him off!”
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight of John’s subordinates rushed at White Mitchell with their weapons.
However, just as they were about to reach White Mitchell, a strong aura burst from White Mitchell’s body with a bang, sending them flying.
Hisss!
Watching this, John sucked in a breath and stared at White Mitchell incredulously, “You… You’re a Transcendent at the Innate Second Stage?!”
“Correct. But, no reward!”
White Mitchell smiled, then his smile faded, and he instantly appeared in front of John.
With a crack, White Mitchell ended his life cleanly.
Thus, the City Lord of Wild Land City fell!
Seeing this scene, the subordinates who were originally by John’s side beca silent as cicadas in winter.
Dead?
The mighty John… just died like that?
This is…
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