Chapter 405: Hand of Bloodshed
Let me introduce myself. My name is Hanson Edgar. I'm from the Kingslayer alliance!"
The man placed his white round hat over his chest with a polite bow, his tone suave and controlled.
If he hadn't mentioned the name of his organization, anyone might have mistaken him for a nobleman.
"There are several men from your Shadow Pavilion outside the door. They didn't heed my warnings, so I sent them to heaven. Please don't blame me," Hanson continued.
Even though he had just killed several assassins of the Shadow Pavilion, his words flowed with ease, almost casual. His suit, pristine and bright as snow, devoid of a single bloodstain, made it clear: he had dispatched them effortlessly.
This man radiated power. He was likely a master at the human-made soul realm—anyone less capable would have never dared to infiltrate the Shadow Pavilion's headquarters alone.
The King of the Bloodshed Palace took a step forward, bowing his head respectfully. "Mr. Edgar, we've spoken with Pavilion Master Hutch, but it seems he's unwilling to join the alliance."
The King of the Pluto Palace and the King of the Yaksa Palace also stepped forward in unison, their faces betraying familiarity with Hanson. They had evidently met him before.
"Really?" Hanson's eyes flickered with mild interest as he addressed Thomson. "Pavilion Master Hutch, might I ask why you're so reluctant to join the alliance?"