Darien became desperate. "I know you've had conflicts with certain people. More accurately, it's with certain clans. However, you don't need to care about that; it's not an issue anymore. Those who offended you won't trouble you no longer."
Hearing those, Fane felt even more bewildered.
Darien sounded very confident and firm. Fane could hear from his words that, as long as Fane could help the Hestia Continent, all those past conflicts would not matter.
The Scarlet Pavilion would help sort everything out and would make sure Fane was happy. That was how the strong were treated. As long as a person was powerful enough, even eighth-grade clans would not dare challenge him or her.
Fane let out a slight smile.
He did not really care about that. After all, if these people dared to come after him, Fane would spare no effort in taking revenge, and they would pay dearly for their transgression.
Though, if he did not accept it, it would still not look great. Revenge was served when it was deserved, but he still had to do the things he needed to. Fane's lips curled up into a faint smile. "I don't really care about smoothing things out. After all, those small fries are nothing to me."
When he said that, the disciples from the Unbreaking Pavilion and the Compass Pavilion glowered, looking as though they had tasted something terrible. Still, Fane could care less about what they thought.
He let out a laugh before he added, "If I don't like those people, I can just kill them. After all, we can fight at the hundred-and-eighty-meter range as long as both sides agree, right?"
Darien nodded vigorously as he looked at Fane anticipatingly.
Fane let out a laugh before he turned to look at the 180-meter area. At that moment, those two had their eyes shut while they rested, looking like they were not afraid of anything at all.
Fane scoffed as a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He turned around and nodded to Darien. "Don't worry, just leave this to me."
With that, Fane pulled Rudy into the crowd. "Just help me take care of him."
Fane thus headed to the Red Sun Monument without even turning. He would not hold back against these shameless, despicable men.
Watching Fane's back, Darien
frowned as was riddled with slight
worry. He had never seen Fane in action before. All he knew was thatContent is property of .
Fane's skills were
to
code
chosen disciples from
clans.
Sending Fane over, Darien was not hoping he would kill them at all. All he wanted was for Fane to scare off the Golden Continent's warriors so they would realize that Hestia had no pushover.
A disciple from the Unbreaking Pavilion said anxiously, "Didn't we say that we wouldn't do anything for the moment? Wouldn't having
go there just show that we're
challenging the Golden Conte
They won't just let it rest like that!"
They had talked about doing that, and Darien had planned on doing that as well. However, the moment Fane appeared, Darien forgot about everything other than the hatred in his heart.
The corpses of his fellow
disciples-all covered with wounds, and one, in particular, physically
gutted flashed across his mind et
During the match, he was already on the ground and was barely holding on but Wilde still did not relent.
The memory of how Wilde still resumed his attacks was forever etched in Darien's mind. How could Darien not be filled with hatred? These despicable guys should be sent straight to hell!
However, he was not skilled enough and had responsibilities that stopped him from doing what he wanted. He was forced to swallow that anger in consideration of the bigger picture.