When Felix emerged from theb, the entire ce was engulfed in mes. Not a single child had survived-not even the one who had been bleeding horribly. Despite his efforts, he could not save any of them.


    The horrors he had witnessed pushed Felix past his breaking point. In his mind, the entire Pris leadership had to beplicit in this horror. These people did not deserve to live every extra day they drew breath was an insult to the children who had suffered and died. Even in the storm of his emotions, Felix stayed focused. He pulled out his phone and called Seven. He said, "Seven, I need intel on every single Pris higher-ups. And inform Averill.


    Pris was not just any organization. Ranked as the fifth most powerful sect in Dragonia, its influence and strength were undeniable, and its remote desert location made it even more imprable.


    Unlike other sects nestled in serene mountains far from civilization, Pris thrived in the harsh wilderness. ording to the sect''s founding master, the deste environment embodied the challenges of a martial artist''s journey, fostering grit and perseverance.


    At that very moment, Pris'' highest-ranking members were gathered in their grand hall. The elders, the supreme elder, and the sect leader had convened for a special asion- the arrival of three distinguished guests.


    The first guest was Titus, the leader of Martial Alliance, apanied by Thaddeus, his deputy. The third, however, was the most revered of all-Uzziah, a senior patriarch of the Crayden family, one of the Eight Great Martial Families.


    Uzziah''s presence alone was a testament to his unmatched status as the pinnacle of his family''s power.


    Yates Jordan, Pris'' first grand elder, beamed with genuine delight as he weed them. "It''s been years since I''ve been this happy. Thank you all foring"


    "Yates, there''s no need for such formalities," Thaddeus replied humbly. "Pris resuming its recruitment after ten long years is a monumental event. It''s only right that Martial Alliancees to offer our congrattions."


    Thaddeus''s deference was fitting; he was younger than the others and showed appropriate respect. "With the recruitment happening tomorrow, I''m sure you''ll be busy. That''s why Mr. Crayden and I decided to visit today-it seemed the most suitable time." Even Titus, whomanded respect across the martial world, referred to Uzziah with such respect. It was clear that Uzziah''s prowess and reputation far surpassed theirs. Chapter 612


    Yates turned to Uzziah, his smile widening."


    "Uzziah, you''ve withdrawn from worldly. matters for so long. I''ve heard you haven''t managed the Crayden family''s affairs in years."


    He added, "Your visit today truly moves me. It''s an honor to see my old friend again."


    Uzziah, broad-shouldered and imposing, exuded amanding presence. Despite his white hair, his vitality and stature made it hard to believe he was an elder.


    Patting Yates on the shoulder, Uzziah replied, "Back in the day, it was just the two of us. How could I ever forget you? Bring out the wine! It''s been years since I''ve tasted what you brewed yourself. Let''s relive the old times."


    The Pris higher-ups beamed with pride. Yates'' connections and reputation were unparalleled. How many other sects could im such a distinguishedpany?


    After a decade of hardship, Pris had finally weathered the storm and could resume its recruitment. For the high-ranking members, this was a moment of triumph and relief. "Of course!" Yatesughed heartily. "Don''t worry, Uzziah. I''ve kept those bottles aging for years- they''re as fine as theye. Tonight, we''ll drink to our heart''s content!"


    "Bring out the wine!" he ordered, his voice full of enthusiasm.


    As the hall buzzed withughter, Thaddeus watched in awe. He had underestimated Pris'' resilience and influence. If a confrontation with Felix truly urred, Pris seemed more than capable of holding its own, and Thaddeus ns might crumble.


    But just as the atmosphere peaked, a chilling voice cut through the celebration like a de, leaving the hall in stunned silence.


    "Jonathan, get out here and face your death!"


    Yates turned to Uzziah, his smile widening. "Uzziah, you''ve withdrawn from worldly matters for so long. I''ve heard you haven''t managed the Crayden family''s affairs in years." He added, "Your visit today truly moves me. It''s an honor to see my old friend again." Uzziah, broad-shouldered and imposing, exuded amanding presence. Despite his white hair, his vitality and stature made it hard to believe he was an elder.


    Patting Yates on the shoulder, Uzziah replied, "Back in the day, it was just the two of us. How could I ever forget you? Bring out the wine! It''s been years since I''ve tasted what you brewed yourself. Let''s relive the old times."


    The Pris higher-ups beamed with pride. Yates'' connections and reputation were unparalleled. How many other sects could im such a distinguishedpany?


    After a decade of hardship, Pris had finally weathered the storm and could resume its recruitment. For the high-ranking members, this was a moment of triumph and relief. "Of course!" Yatesughed heartily. "Don''t worry, Uzziah. I''ve kept those bottles aging for years- they''re as fine as theye. Tonight, we''ll drink to our heart''s content!"


    "Bring out the wine!" he ordered, his voice full of enthusiasm.


    As the hall buzzed withughter, Thaddeus watched in awe. He had underestimated Pris resilience and influence. If a confrontation with Felix truly urred, Pris seemed more than capable of holding its own, and Thaddeus ns might crumble.


    But just as the atmosphere peaked, a chilling voice cut through the celebration like a de, leaving the hall in stunned silence.


    "Jonathan, get out here and face your death!"