Chapter 859: Chapter 859: Positive, 8 High-level Positions!
Pavilion Master opened her mouth, but for a mont, she had nothing to say.
She could clearly feel the cold murderous intent emanating from Ethan Smith.
This murderous intent was extrely pure, chilling to the bone.
“Oh, right, Lord Pavilion Master, do you know where I can find a Mystic Realm Master?” Ethan suddenly rembered sothing.
“Mystic Realm Master?” Pavilion Master frowned.
“Usually, only very large forces and organizations have Mystic Realm Masters because they’re too rare.” Pavilion Master shook her head.
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“As I thought.” Ethan sighed lightly.
If he had known this earlier, he wouldn’t have killed Kenneth Minnx so soon.
At least he should have taken her to see the Spiritual Spring of Green Moon Villa. There is an ownerless Mystic Realm hidden there.
“I’ll have to rely on the Capital City Martial Arts Association, then.” Ethan thought to himself.
As long as he captures Marc Fraley, he would be able to negotiate terms.
And the relationship between Luke Fraley and the senior officials of the Capital City Martial Arts Association definitely isn’t as lowly as Ms. Hayward’s, so they should be able to get what they want.
For the next few days, Ethan Smith did not leave the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
Just as Pavilion Master said, it was the end of the year, and the major forces did not attack again.
Ti flew by, and in the blink of an eye, there were only three days left before the New Year.
One morning, Ethan Smith went to the Pavilion Master Building.
“Lord Pavilion Master, I’ve decided to go to the Walters family in the northwest.” Ethan said.
Pavilion Master spoke solemnly, “Although the Walters family is not very well-known, their strength is quite formidable since they are an old aristocratic family.”
Ethan sighed, “Ah, I can’t find any other targets for now; otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen to target the Walters family.”
At this mont, Pavilion Master seed to have thought of sothing.
“I rember that at the end of the year, the purple-robed mbers of the Capital City Martial Arts Association would gather for a eting.” Pavilion Master said faintly.
Ethan’s eyebrows raised as he asked, “Are you suggesting that I go to the Capital City Martial Arts Association?”
“I didn’t say that.” Pavilion Master shrugged.
Ethan laughed loudly, “I understand. I’ll head to Capital City right away.”
After saying goodbye to the Pavilion Master, Ethan went directly to Capital City.
Compared to the purple-robed mbers, the Walters family’s influence was clearly much less.
After all, the purple robes represent the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s top visible combat power.
At this mont, in front of the Capital City Martial Arts Association’s entrance, many cars were parked.
These cars were of various types and luxury.
And the owners of these cars were the purple-robed mbers serving the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
Many purple-robed mbers were gathered at the entrance, exchanging greetings while waiting for the Association’s notice.
About ten minutes later,
Erson Hols ca out from inside.
“Senior officials have called you to the eting room,” Erson announced.
Upon hearing his words, the faces of the nurous purple-robed mbers showed both shock and excitent.
“Senior officials? They’re the ones convening the eting this ti?” A purple-robed mber exclaid.
“In the past, it has always been Ms. Hayward; it is almost impossible to see the senior officials!”
“This is great! We can finally et the senior officials!”
Erson explained, “Because Marc Fraley has returned to the Second Secret Realm, this ti the eting will be held by the senior officials personally.”
“President Hols, please take us there quickly! We can’t wait any longer!” Over twenty purple-robed mbers excitedly said in unison.
Erson nodded, turned around, and entered the Martial Arts Association. He took everyone to the eting room of the senior officials.
The eting room was pitch black, with faint light giving the whole room an air of majesty and mystery.
Cautiously, the purple-robed mbers entered the eting room, their faces clearly showing a mix of nervousness and excitent.
“Sit down.” Erson motioned to the enormous round table in front of them.
The round table was enough to accommodate more than twenty purple-robed mbers.
Erson also found a seat and quietly awaited the arrival of the senior officials.
About half an hour later, faint noises ca from the darkness.
Hurriedly, Erson rose and shouted, “Greetings to the Senior Officials!”
The nurous purple-robed mbers hurriedly imitated Erson and stood up, shouting, “Greetings to the Senior Officials!”
The eight senior officials remained silent, their figures hidden in the darkness, their true appearances indiscernible.
The room fell into a brief silence.
After a few minutes, one of the senior officials spoke coldly, “We have called the year-end eting, and there are mainly two things to announce.”
“A Martial Saint will be born next year. I presu you all know that by now.”
“Once the first Martial Saint is born, there is bound to be a second and a third!”
“By then, the Capital City Martial Arts Association will do its utmost to cultivate the new generation of Martial Saints! And the new generation of Martial Saints will be selected from among you.”
The room instantly erupted!
Everyone excitedly shouted, “Thank you, Senior Officials!”
“Keep quiet,” Erson said solemnly.
Then, a high-level official hidden in the shadows continued, “The Capital City Martial Arts Association must maintain its dominance in the world of martial arts, and no one is allowed to challenge it!”
“Although there were so unexpected incidents this year, by next year, everything will co to an end.”
“Indeed, next year, it will end. Because your Capital City Martial Arts Association will be destroyed.”
Just then, a voice ca from outside the door!
Everyone’s faces changed as they turned to look at the entrance.
They saw Ethan Smith walk in casually.
“Having a eting? Can I join?” Ethan sneered.
“Ethan Smith! This is not a place for you. Get out!” A purple-robed mber shouted.
Ethan ignored them and scanned the room, “So this is the high-level eting room? Tsk, tsk, where are the eight senior officials? How co I don’t see them?”
“The Senior Officials are incarnations of darkness. How could you possibly see them?” A purple-robed mber scolded.
“Incarnations of darkness? Are you fucking in elentary school?” Ethan couldn’t help but curse.
The many purple-robed mbers were extrely angry, and perhaps because they had the support of the senior officials, their cursing at Ethan did not stop.
However, Ethan ignored them and instead looked at the eight empty seats.
“I heard that you senior officials like to hide in the dark. Has anyone ever seen you?” Ethan asked with narrowed eyes.
Erson nervously advised, “Ethan, what are you trying to do? Leave now before the Senior Officials get angry!”
Ethan did not respond, but continued, “I’m curious, how ugly must you be to not dare to show your face? Always hiding in the dark—aren’t you ever curious?”
No one said a word, as they dared not answer this question.
Ethan slowly stood up and sneered, “Today, since I’m here, let unveil the curtain to see what you eight senior officials look like!”
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