Chapter 132
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye. At the summit of Star Peak, on Shire Peak, an elderly man in simple robes sat cross–legged outside a wooden cabin–it was Grayson. His aura was as deep as the ocean, and the clouds around him grew thicker and thicker, nearly enveloping the entire peak.
“Master!” Raymond stood by Grayson’s side, calling out softly. Grayson had maintained this position for a week.
Suddenly, Grayson opened his eyes, and the dense cloud of energy around him burst apart, dissipating into the air. “It’s time to descend the mountain, Raymond,” he said with a faint smile.
Raymond’s heart raced at his words, and he blurted out in shock, “Master, have you mastered your ultimate technique p>
“Indeed,” Grayson nodded lightly. Without another word, he grabbed Raymond by the collar and leaped toward the cliff.
Raymond’s face turned pale with fear, nearly crying out as they soared through the air. Yet, with a mere grasp of Grayson’s hand, a powerful force pulled them toward the mountainside.
Grayson’s feet pushed off the rock, propelling them downward. Within just a few breaths, they had landed at the foot of Shire Peak.
Raymond was stupefied. Descending the mountain without any external help, carving a path down the cliffside–Grayson’s mastery of martial arts had reached a level beyond Raymond’s comprehension.
Grayson stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the vast expanse of the Astria mainland. His eyes gleamed with sharpness as if his thoughts were materializing.
“Let’s go. First, we’ll head to Ravenridge. After killing Jeff Ashcroft, we’ll continue to Highcliffe and meet Gareth Ashcroft. Now that I’ve perfected my skills, no one in Astria’s martial arts can stand in my way!” Grayson’s voice boomed like thunder, shaking the surrounding area. The ground within a radius of thirty feet cracked, and debris flew into the air.
Meanwhile, in the northern border of Cloudveil, an area ruled by one of the Great Seven Martial Clans of Cloudveil, the Dixon family had held power for nearly 150 years. The Dixon family had maintained control here for over a century, and while visitors occasionally came, no one dared intrude uninvited. But that day, two unexpected guests appeared at the gates of
Dixon Manor.
As the two figures approached, one of them–around fifty years old, dressed like a wandering healer with long black hair and a beard–radiated arrogance. The other, looking to be in his
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thirties but with an aura of ageless wisdom, gave off a weathered air as though he had lived through countless lifetimes. His serene eyes were calm, and his white robes gave him an otherworldly, almost ethereal presence.
The two men walked up to the bronze gates of Dixon Manor, where eight guards stood watch. The guards immediately noticed the strangers and spoke in cold, commanding tones. “This is a private residence. You’re not allowed to approach. Leave at once p>
The man in white remained silent, but the older healer beside him stepped forward, scoffing as he shouted, “You ignorant fools! Do you have any idea who my master is? How dare you block our way? If you have any sense, summon your elders to greet us, or soon, your entire family will know no peace p>
As soon as the healer finished speaking, the eight guards‘ eyes turned cold with rage. They had guarded the Dixon family for over a decade. Though they weren’t top–tier martial artists in Astria, each one had the strength of a Martial Master. How could they allow someone to insult the Dixon family so brazenly?
“You asked for it!” they growled in unison. The eight of them, perfectly coordinated, leaped forward, launching an attack on the two intruders. Their goal was to subdue these arrogant men and deliver them to the Dixon family elders for punishment.
“Foolish!” The man in white remained motionless while the healer sneered coldly. His body moved like a phantom, weaving effortlessly among the eight attackers.
Bang! Bang!
Eight dull thuds echoed almost simultaneously. The eight guards were all sent flying backward at once, blood spraying from their mouths.
In a single instant, the healer had defeated them all, sending them sprawling with such force that it was clear his martial prowess was far beyond theirs.
Boom!
The eight guards crashed into the massive bronze gates of Dixon Manor, which toppled with a thunderous roar. The gates, weighing at least a thousand pounds and reinforced with iron bars, should have been unmovable, yet the force of the healer’s attack was enough to knock them down. This display of power far surpassed that of an ordinary Martial Grandmaster.
Just as the gates were about to hit the ground, the healer stepped forward, catching one of the doors with a single hand. Then, with a swift motion, he yanked both doors upright as if they were mere planks of wood, flinging them into the courtyard of Dixon Manor. Find the newest release on.net
“Members of the Dixon family, come out and face me!” he bellowed, his voice booming through the manor.
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“Who dares to cause trouble at Dixon Manor?” A stern voice rose from within the manor, and an elderly man in a gray robe leaped into the air, raising his hands to catch the bronze doors.
Though the elder managed to stop the doors, he was pushed back several dozen feet before finally steadying himself. His expression turned grave as he realized the power behind the
attack.
“Who are you?” the gray–robed elder asked, his eyes sharp with fury.
The healer remained silent while the man in white, hands behind his back, strolled forward casually. “Summon Wade Dixon out to see me. You are not worthy of speaking to me p>
The gray–robed elder’s anger flared. He was the second strongest martial artist in the Dixon family, yet this man dismissed him so easily. However, as he got a better look at the white- robed man’s face, his body trembled, and he staggered back three steps, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Even if he couldn’t recognize his own father, he would never forget this man’s face.
This man had delivered a devastating blow to the Dixon family eighteen years ago. To the entire Dixon family, he was a nightmare–a force of destruction unmatched by anyone.
Eighteen years ago, this very man had single–handedly torn apart a century’s worth of the Dixon family’s glory and pride. The elder would never forget that face.
“Grayson Shire?” The elder’s voice trembled as he uttered the name, his words slow and deliberate. In the martial world of Astria, the name represented an almost unbeatable legend, someone revered and feared by many.
The man in white was indeed Grayson, and the healer was none other than his disciple, Raymond. The master and disciple had descended from Star Peak, passing through Cloudveil’s borders, and had come to Dixon Manor.
The Dixon family’s senior members, who had rushed over to confront the intruders, froze in place upon hearing the name, Grayson was a legend who had once dominated Astria’s martial world, standing almost unrivaled.
Had it not been for Gareth’s rise more than a decade ago, which ended Grayson’s undefeated streak, Grayson would still be regarded as the unchallenged champion of Astria. Even their patriarch, Wade Dixon, had been defeated by Grayson within ten moves. The assembled Dixon family members knew that even if they joined forces, they would be no match for Grayson, who could likely defeat them all with a single hand.
But they were also bewildered–Grayson had secluded himself atop Shire Peak on Star Peak after his defeat at the hands of Gareth over a decade ago. Why had he suddenly appeared at
Dixon Manor now?
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A sense of foreboding filled the air. They could all feel it–Astria’s martial world was about to be rocked by an incoming storm.
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