Chapter 97 – Master Bertha of the Martial Arts League of the Central U.S.
The three men stood frozen in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock.
John had remained within the deadly miasma of toxic fog far longer than any man should have. Yet there he stood—unscathed, unbothered.
"Are you... the Heaven Master?" one of them finally dared to ask, his voice laced with fear.
Only a Heaven Master could release internal energy powerful enough to form a barrier on the surface of their body, shielding their pores from the invasive poison mist. If John truly was a Heaven Master, then their junior fellow apprentice's death was, without question, justified.
But John only gave a cold, disdainful smirk and replied flatly, "To me, the Heaven Master is nothing but trash."
Hiss—
All three of them inhaled sharply.
To them, a Heaven Master was an untouchable existence—an apex being of martial cultivation. Yet this young man had dismissed such a legendary figure as garbage?
Was he arrogantly delusional? Or was he truly a monster of unimaginable power?
Their minds whirled in panic and confusion.
Suddenly, John barked, "Come here!"