Branthor Kirby laughed.

"Since you want to test my strength, I’ll grant your wish. Come!"

Orell Fraley’s plan was very simple: I’ll use my full strength for one move. If you can take it, that proves you’re very powerful and I can’t do anything to you, so I’ll choose to stay out of this. Friends present, don’t blame me.

If you can’t take my one move, then maybe today I’ll capture you, take your life, and make a name for myself.

Branthor Kirby understood Orell Fraley’s plan, but he felt no fear.

He himself was a Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortal, and he knew very well just how strong a Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortal was and how hard to deal with. Even though his plan was to grab and run, if he could exclude the other party from the equation, there was no need to clash head-on and add needless variables.

Their figures flickered, and in an instant they were up in the sky.

Padrin Fraley didn’t waste words. He summoned his Life-bound Magic Treasure, a small azure cauldron, and smashed it toward Branthor Kirby.

A streak of cyan light flew out from between Branthor Kirby’s brows—that was a Black Sword. It split the sky in an instant and struck the azure cauldron.

The entire Azure Divine Sect shook violently. Countless boulders rolled down from the peaks, the commotion immense.

Fortunately, both deliberately controlled their power; most of the force canceled out in the clash, and the overflow was relatively small. Even so, it still caused an enormous impact.

After all, this was inside the Sect, not outside, and there was no Mountain Protection Array to shield it.

Branthor Kirby laughed loudly, his voice spreading through the entire Azure Divine Sect: "Fellow Orell, your strength is a bit lacking!"

Orell Fraley’s face was as calm and dark as still water. He cupped his hands and said, "I have nothing to say. I’ll take my leave."

Branthor Kirby waved his hand. "Hold on!"

Orell Fraley frowned. "Could it be you intend to keep me here?"

Branthor Kirby smiled. "The matter isn’t finished yet. I must ask Fellow Orell to sit for a while. Once we’re done, you can naturally leave!"

Since Orell Fraley had already made his stance clear that he wouldn’t interfere, Branthor Kirby’s tone toward him became a bit more polite. After all, with one less opponent, things would indeed be simpler.

Orell Fraley understood what Branthor Kirby meant—this was to prevent him from leaving to find reinforcements.

Orell Fraley turned his head and spoke apologetically to Xorin Schneider: "Sect Master He, this matter is beyond my ability to resolve. I’ve done my best. Please forgive me."

Xorin Schneider clenched his teeth, yet he was helpless. The other party was willing to make a move once and test Branthor Kirby’s strength; that already counted as going above and beyond. In the end, he was taking money to do a job—could he be expected to put his own life, his own Sect, on the line as well?

There were actually quite a few Great Land Prime Immortals present, but at this moment no one dared stand up, raise their arm, and lead everyone in a bloody battle against Branthor Kirby and his group.

Branthor Kirby had just said it: the shot that rings out hits the bird that sticks its head up first. Whoever stepped forward now would inevitably be subjected to his full-force assault and be slaughtered body and soul.

For those whose cultivation had reached this level, who wanted to die?

Branthor Kirby had also just said it: he was only here for money, not lives. Since that was the case, why fight to the death? Why be the bird that sticks its head out?

This was the territory of the Azure Divine Sect, and the Azure Divine Sect had four Great Land Prime Immortals as well. Even if there really had to be a desperate fight, shouldn’t they be the ones to go first?

There were many guests, but the scene became eerily quiet. Everyone’s eyes fell on Xorin Schneider, Oraya Lorne, and the others.

Xorin Schneider suddenly felt an immense pressure. As Sect Master of the Azure Divine Sect, in front of so many guests, he indeed ought to step in—to protect the Sect, to protect the guests. But he couldn’t win!

Others didn’t want to die—so how could he be willing to die?

If this group hadn’t entered past the mountain gate, he might still have been able to activate the Mountain Protection Array and put up some struggle. But now wolves had already been let into the house, and the enemy’s strength was much greater than he had estimated. Even if they really fought, they still wouldn’t be able to hold out.

Padrin Fraley walked off to one corner with his people and sat cross-legged. Clearly, he no longer intended to involve himself in what happened here.

Branthor Kirby stared at the ashen-faced Xorin Schneider. "Sect Master He, what now, still want to struggle a bit? How about I give you a chance to find reinforcements and see who you can bring?"

There was a mocking glint in Branthor Kirby’s eyes, like a cat toying with a mouse it had already caught. "But let me say this up front: if you call for help, that means you’re unwilling to submit. Then you’ll have to fight us—to the death, no quarter given!"

When they first heard Branthor Kirby’s words, many guests were tempted and started thinking about what kind of reinforcements they could bring in. But as soon as they heard the latter half, their hearts all went cold.

This guy was threatening and toying with everyone.

As long as you call for help, he’ll kill you!

If your reinforcements are strong enough, then you’re lucky. If your reinforcements aren’t, he’ll kill them along with you!

Seeing that no one dared move, Branthor Kirby burst into loud laughter. "I gave you a chance, but you’re all useless!"

Branthor Kirby swept his arm out. "First, collect the Space Rings of all the guests. Then go empty the Azure Divine Sect’s sect treasury. Everyone cooperate. If I find anyone hiding things, you’ll bear the consequences yourself..."