Chapter 505: Chapter 505 Fury Of A Broken Man
Three distinct auras radiated from the approaching figures—Atkinson Samson, Elder Adrianne, and Walton Greer.
During the journey, Elder Adrianne’s nerves were on edge.
His worry centered on Atkinson Samson potentially turning against him.
Walton Greer stayed quiet throughout the trip.
Once celebrated as the Central Plains’ top fighter, he’d been reduced to looking like just another weakling.
When folks talked about Walton Greer nowadays, they didn’t mention the Central Plains champion anymore—just "that half-step Martial Marquis who got beaten by a Peak Grandmaster."
This thought made Walton Greer ball his hands into fists, burning with the desire to personally destroy Mason Raymond.
Before long, their carriage pulled up at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s entrance.
Atkinson Samson didn’t rush to get out right away.
His cold stare fixed on the Divine Alchemist Pavilion as he thought, "Last time was the final time. If you dare show yourself, I’ll definitely end you!"
Then Atkinson Samson climbed down from the carriage, with Elder Adrianne and Walton Greer right behind him.
The trio marched straight into the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
Their entrance instantly drew the attention of nearby spectators.
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My eyes snapped open while I sat in the Elder’s quarters.
"Atkinson Samson has arrived." I got up from the bed and headed toward the plaza.
Out on the plaza, crowds of people kept their distance while watching Atkinson Samson.
"You’ve got some nerve coming back!" Fifth Elder shot a furious look at Elder Adrianne.
Elder Adrianne let out a scoff. "What’s wrong with me being here?"
Fifth Elder shouted back, "The Pavilion Master’s back now. You don’t get to terrorize the Divine Alchemist Pavilion anymore. Leave!"
Elder Adrianne’s eyes narrowed into a mocking smile. "You think you can mouth off to me? Looks like you’ve got a death wish!"
With those words, he curved his palm and struck out at Fifth Elder!
Terrifying Inner Strength force rushed toward Fifth Elder!
Fifth Elder’s expression went white—being just a Grandmaster, he had no way to fight back!
Right at that crucial moment, a golden palm shot forward!
"Boom!"
The golden palm deflected Elder Adrianne’s attack completely.
The massive impact sent Elder Adrianne staggering backward several steps, blood trickling from his lips.
"So what’s it gonna be at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion—peace talks or trouble?" I stared coldly at Atkinson Samson.
Atkinson Samson kept his face stone-cold, staying silent for a long stretch.
Meanwhile, Walton Greer’s fists clenched tight.
The killing intent burning in his chest couldn’t be contained, and that bloodlust was aimed squarely at me.
"What, planning to kill me?" I noticed that murderous look and turned toward Walton Greer.
Walton Greer gave a cold snort but said nothing.
"Mason Raymond! Don’t get cocky!" Elder Adrianne roared.
"Our Great Saint Sect Master is here. You don’t get to act tough!"
I looked at Elder Adrianne and smirked. "You’re just garbage. Keep running your mouth and I might just put you out of your misery early."
"You... you!" Elder Adrianne fumbled for words, his face turning red with rage.
That’s when the silent Atkinson Samson finally spoke up.
"He’s garbage. What about me?" Atkinson Samson asked icily.
"You too."
A cold voice drifted over from the distance.
Then everyone saw the Pavilion Master strolling over casually.
"Pavilion Master!"
The moment they spotted the Pavilion Master, everyone from the Divine Alchemist Pavilion bowed down.
But a mocking expression crossed Atkinson Samson’s face.
"Finn Darby, you should be grateful to this kid Mason Raymond for making it back in one piece," Atkinson Samson said flatly.
"Never thought the mighty Lord of the Medicine God Pavilion would need some junior to get home safely."
The Pavilion Master didn’t get mad. She just smiled softly and said, "At least that’s way better than you getting your current position by crawling around and kissing the Sean family’s feet."
Atkinson Samson’s face went dark, and he snorted coldly. "Finn Darby! I let you live once because of our old connection, but don’t butt in today!"
"Old connection?" A flash of surprise crossed the Pavilion Master’s face.
"When were we ever connected? I only remember you on your knees, begging me not to kill you."
Those words left everyone there stunned!
Nobody expected such history between these two!
Atkinson Samson looked absolutely furious!
He ground his teeth and insisted stubbornly, "Bullshit! As a Martial Marquis, why would I kneel to some woman like you!"
"Oh?" A slight smile played on the Pavilion Master’s lips.
"You can lie about what you said and did, but can you lie about your condition?"
A condition?
Everyone froze for a second. Did Atkinson Samson really have some kind of condition?
Panic flashed across Atkinson Samson’s face, and he quickly snapped, "Shut your mouth!"
Right after that, Atkinson Samson switched topics. "This Mason Raymond murdered my disciples, wrecked my sect, and cost my Great Saint Sect big time! Nobody’s saving him today!"
I said coldly, "Looks like Lord Samson has decided to break his promise."
Atkinson Samson sneered. "Break my promise? You actually believed I’d accept your deal!"
"Saint... those two words really are a joke." I laughed with contempt.
"Just now, the Pavilion Master brought up your condition. Is it because you can’t get it up?"
"Makes perfect sense. A monster like you being broken down there—no wonder you can’t have kids. That would be a disaster for everyone."
When I said that, Atkinson Samson’s face completely changed!
He automatically looked at Finn Darby and said through clenched teeth, "You told him!"
Finn Darby raised an eyebrow. "I didn’t say anything."
Atkinson Samson’s expression shifted dramatically!
Damn! Wasn’t that basically admitting it?
"Old freak, you really can’t get it up, huh?" I said, acting surprised.
"Why didn’t you mention it sooner? You should hurry up and beg our Pavilion Master to cook up some strong aphrodisiac for you!"
"Ahhhh!!!" Atkinson Samson let out a furious roar!
"You little bastard! Today, even if God himself shows up, he can’t save you!"
With that, Atkinson Samson thrust out his palm, releasing his Inner Strength!
The Pavilion Master’s face went cold as she said quietly, "Atkinson Samson, you’ve pushed too far repeatedly, and I’ve been more than patient."
"Heh, you’re just a half-step Martial Marquis—what patience are you talking about? Let’s see how you plan to stop me today!" Atkinson Samson roared.
The Pavilion Master said nothing, raising her elegant hand and gently meeting his attack.
