Chapter 1212 An Understated Dominance

Chapter 1212: The Uncrowned King

With the precious Sky Spirit Orb in hand, Dustin paid no heed to the buzzing crowd. He descended from the ring with his Sky Sword, and wherever he walked, the crowd willingly parted, creating a clear path for him.

Dustin’s remarkable display had left a lasting impression on everyone. Although many couldn’t fathom why he hadn’t accepted the leadership role, they could at least appreciate the present circumstances.

Especially the heads of various martial arts sects, they were already plotting their moves, eager to vie for the coveted position of alliance leader. It was evident that a new martial arts upheaval was on the horizon.

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, Dustin paused in his tracks and turned to gaze at Asher. “I almost forgot about you.”

Asher’s complexion paled, fear flickering in his eyes. “What… what do you want from me?”

“Ever since I stepped through that door, you’ve been a thorn in my side,” Dustin said with an air of indifference. “I can’t have peace of mind with you around.”

In the current life-or-death standoff between them, keeping Asher alive would undoubtedly be a disaster.

“You… you… don’t do anything rash! I’m an elder of the Balermo Martial Alliance!” Asher stammered, backing away in panic.

He had remained silent earlier, hoping to escape unnoticed, but he had still been singled out.

“I’ve already killed the master, why would I not kill the elder?” Dustin sneered. With a flick of his finger, a silver needle shot forth like lightning, piercing Asher’s brow.

Asher opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but his body froze instantly. A drop of blood trickled down from his brow, and he collapsed to the ground as if drained of life. His eyes were wide with terror and regret.

Witnessing this horrifying scene, Asher’s disciples fell to their knees, trembling with fear and despair, their spirits broken.

Dustin paid them no attention. He shifted his gaze to Jan Crane and other sect masters, his eyes filled with a chilling intent.

“Geez?” Jan and his companions tensed up, feeling the weight of a formidable foe.

If Dustin sought vengeance, they would have no choice but to fight to the death.

“Don’t be so excited. I won’t kill you today because someone else has already claimed your life. I suggest you take good care of yourselves until your real nightmare arrives,” Dustin remarked cryptically.

With that, he turned and walked away, sparing their lives for now. It wasn’t an act of mercy but a recognition that Jan and his group must meet their end at the hands of Abigail, who sought vengeance for her father’s death.

When Abigail returned triumphant, these traitors would face their reckoning.

As Dustin departed, his cold figure left a lasting impression on those who had witnessed his actions.

“It’s a shame that Senior Brother Dustin didn’t take on the role of alliance leader. He missed the chance to become renowned,” Aria sighed softly.

She held deep admiration for Dustin’s strength and character. His unwavering sense of justice and indifference to fame and fortune were truly remarkable. However, his stoic and solitary nature set him apart from the crowd.

“No, you’re mistaken. Lord Dustin didn’t miss the opportunity; he simply disdains it,” Serena chimed in. Her eyes shone with admiration, and her face radiated warmth. “While others dream of such honors, Dustin is already beyond them. That’s the difference between ordinary people and true leaders.”

“Furthermore,” she added, “after today, the name of the young master will echo throughout the world. There’s no need to prove anything, advocate for himself, or seek titles like alliance leader. Dustin is now an uncrowned king!”