"Damn it… what rotten luck."
Zeon cursed inwardly.
"It just had to be this old bastard today. And Brother Asher happens to be away…"
Suddenly—
"Wrong…!"
Zeon's pupils shrank sharply.
Brother Asher hadn't left for no reason.
Something had happened at the Blood Tavern. Asher had rushed back to support it, and this Holy Lord appeared at the exact same time, striking when their strongest pillar was absent.
At that instant, Zeon understood.
This wasn't a coincidence.
This was very likely a multi-party conspiracy targeting the Blood Tavern.
And the root of it all—
Was the artifact.
A man without guilt, yet punished for possessing jade.
"Haha…" Zeon sneered coldly.
"I'm afraid what's happening to my Blood Tavern right now also has something to do with your Holy Land of Endless Mountains."
The blood in his body began to boil.
A secret technique activated.
His aura rose steadily, layer by layer.
Facing an Upper Supreme, he dared not hold anything back.
