However, Eustace rushed into the crowd like a Grim Reaper from hell the next second, mercilessly generating consecutive booms. Every move he made contained boundless killing intent, not to mention that he was also using the mental cage. Under such circumstances, it was a pretty much one-sided slaughter of the dozen black-clothed guards of the Fourcade’s.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
A dozen guards were killed one after another in less than two minutes. Each of them would die a horrible death.
At that moment, only the sect master of the Lightning Pavilion, Luis Ackerman, had not been killed at the scene. Luis was dumbfounded as he watched the bloody horror unfolding.
Before he came, he had even fantasized that those Fourcades would seemingly hear an unwarranted grudge against Alex. In that case, he could add fuel to the fire and make a fuss about it. When the time came, he would watch those Fourcade’s deal with Alex, then head to Mount Dragon-Tiger to give Jade and the others a hard time.
Who would have thought the few who came down Mount Yukon would have such ridiculous strength?
Luis saw Eustace fix his eyes on himself. Luis couldn’t stand it anymore, so he knelt on the ground with a thud and said tremblingly, “Sir, please spare me. I’m not with these people. These people are from the great world of America. They are here to give Alex Rockefeller a hard time, but not me. I was coerced.”
‘Uh… They wanted to give Alex Rockefeller a hard time?!”
Eustace looked at the corpses on the ground with a little regret. It would be better if he hadn’t killed them and allowed them to give Alex a hard time. Then, he would watch the show while hiding in the dark.
“Who are you then?” asked Eustace.
“Sir, I am… The sect master of Lightning Pavilion. I’m Luis Ackerman.”
“Aren’t you going to give Alex Rockefeller a hard time?” Eustace asked.
Luis hurriedly said, “No, of course. In fact, the Lightning Pavilion is somewhat connected to Alex Rockefeller. We are allies.”
He had said that, believing that he would receive friendly treatment from Eustace if he did.
Unfortunately, he made the wrong guess.
***
At the same time, at the mansion of the Fourcade family in the great world of America.
“Oh, no! Oh, no! Something terrible has happened to the third young master! Something terrible has happened to the third young master!”
Someone frantically rushed out of the Hall of Soul Stones and barged into the mansion’s parlor, looking awfully terrified. The third young master was none other than Wilnas Fourcade.
“What?! What happened to him?”
“His… Soul Stone has cracked.”
Instantly, those who were present were left petrified. They felt as though their hearts had cracked.
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