Chapter 833 Hand Her A Slap

• The sight of Orson sprawled bloodied across the marble broke what little courage remained in the other two tower masters. They dropped to their knees, trembling. Even Orson, still coughing scarlet droplets, dared not voice a single complaint. He bowed his head, forehead pressed to the icy stone.
• Garrick looked over the shivering trio and gave a dismissive huff. Within the Holy Bastion, these men wielded boundless influence, yet before him, they were no more than servants. Without his support, their predatory business would have earned them a hundred deaths by now.
• "There is one more matter. The Path of Trials will open soon, and only the younger generation may enter. Pantheon Hall will send its own prodigies. If you have sons or nephews worth protecting, add them to our delegation. With someone from Pantheon Hall as the team leader, they will return unscathed," Garrick added.