Chapter 813: Shock of Princess Lyra
But their frantic protests hung in the air like smoke dissipating on a breeze, for neither Thunder Lord nor Tower Lord Mathew spoke up in their defense this time; both men stood silent, their expressions dark and brooding, because as experts who had long stepped into the Divine Rank, they possessed senses sharp enough to cut through illusions and hidden strength.
They could see with absolute certainty that Max’s aura held no deeper layers, no hidden fluctuations—it was precisely and only the aura of someone at the 8th level of Master Rank, pure and unembellished, leaving them caught in a web of contradictions between their own instincts and the words of their subordinates.
Just then, a voice like a cannon blast split the tense air, echoing off the invisible boundaries of the vast sky above Misty City as a powerful, commanding tone shouted, "Alright, let’s end this facade for now!"
Heads snapped around as two groups moved forward in perfect unison through the air, the insignias of the Hunter Association and the Obsidian Order gleaming on their robes and banners, their combined presence radiating a formidable weight that instantly commanded respect and silence, and at the front of this unified advance floated President William, the venerable leader of the Hunter Association, his tall figure radiating calm authority as his sharp eyes swept across the crowd.
The moment his words fell, a hush spread over the entire gathering like a blanket dropped from the heavens, smothering the rising murmur of voices as thousands of experts from every overlord force fell into watchful silence, aware that this was no ordinary intervention.
Even Thunder Lord and Tower Lord Mathew fell quiet, though their eyes burned with lingering fury as they turned to cast Max dark, threatening glares, silent promises of vengeance glinting in their gaze, before they finally withdrew several steps, retreating toward the ranks of their own forces.
"Master, it is true that it was Max who killed June," Frank whispered urgently, leaning closer to Tower Lord Mathew, his voice trembling just slightly despite the savage conviction gleaming in his eyes.
Tower Lord Mathew’s cold eyes flickered over to him for a moment, his lips curling into a sneer as he shook his head with quiet disdain, replying in a low voice that thrummed with dark satisfaction, "You don’t have to worry about Max. His presence here is obviously connected to the secret domain, and if he dares to enter it—he will never come out again."
His expression twisted into something sinister, the lines of his face shadowed by the glow of the swirling purple portal, as he continued his words via voice transmission, sending the lethal promise straight into Frank’s mind, a silent ploy to ensure Max’s death inside the domain where no external laws or politics could save him, and where battles and bloodshed were as common as breathing.
Frank’s lips parted into a vicious grin as he nodded fervently, replying through the secret channel, "Leave it to me, Master. I’ll go and tell the senior brothers and sisters about this so they’ll be ready."