Chapter 610: Chapter 610 The Vultures Begin To Circle
I applied every method I could think of, yet this ancient door remained immovable.
The door radiated a humble appearance, crafted from some unknown material, but its durability surpassed anything I’d encountered—even Black Gold Stone seemed fragile in comparison.
"Maybe there’s some secret mechanism to unlock this door?" I wondered.
I immediately extended my spiritual awareness, conducting a thorough investigation to locate any device that might control the entrance.
Sadly, after searching for an entire day, I discovered no such mechanisms.
This situation filled me with dread.
Could I remain imprisoned here forever?
"Never mind." After lengthy consideration, I finally chose to withdraw and focus on training, consuming those beast cores.
If I became powerful enough, maybe I could shatter this barrier.
Though no one could predict what level of power might accomplish this feat, I currently had no alternatives.
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The Immortal Slaying Sect’s domain stretched extensively, covering nearly the island’s entire interior.
Actually, not just Mason Raymond, but Hawk Thompson and the others hadn’t explored the Immortal Slaying Sect’s territory either.
So nobody understood what treasures might still lie hidden within the Immortal Slaying Sect.
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"Corpses will decay, and skin will crumble, but mystical tools and blades will surely survive," I reasoned.
Typically, practitioners who reached the Mighty Realm could maintain their physical forms for decades after passing.
Yet the Immortal Slaying Sect’s strangeness lay in the absence of intact bodies—except for the sect master who retained some remnants, nearly everything else had become bleached bones.
I didn’t dwell on this mystery further; I retrieved the cores and began absorbing them for cultivation.
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Ten days flew by in an instant.
During this period, conversations about Mason Raymond continued endlessly.
Mason Raymond’s companions and allies had assembled at Green Moon Villa, anticipating his return.
But after such an extended time without word from Mason Raymond, their confidence started wavering.
"Mr. Raymond... has he truly... perished..." Victor Green collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Among this group, none suffered more than Victor Green.
He’d known Mason Raymond the longest and shared countless experiences with him.
Now, as hope dimmed, anguish flooded his soul.
Beside the bed, Ximena Santos gazed out the window, murmuring, "Mr. Raymond... will he really never return...?"
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At the Capital City Martial Arts Association headquarters.
Sybil Cooper hadn’t delivered his report yet.
Though he was convinced Mason Raymond couldn’t survive the Immortal Slaying Sect, a nagging doubt remained in his mind.
Ten days had elapsed now, and at last, Sybil Cooper exhaled with relief.
"Looks like he’s actually finished." Sybil Cooper chuckled coldly.
He then pivoted and headed toward the conference room deep within the structure.
Meanwhile, the Sean and Johansson families celebrated joyously.
"Ha! That Mason Raymond is finally gone!" Klein Johansson raised his glass, beaming.
Logan Sean leisurely swished the crimson wine in his glass and remarked, "Like I mentioned earlier, he’s nothing remarkable. Just some fighter. You guys overestimated him."
"Mr. Sean speaks the truth!" Klein Johansson quickly lifted his glass in toast.
Klein signaled to Vance Johansson at that moment.
Noticing Klein’s gesture, Vance promptly raised his wine glass and said, "Uncle Sean, regarding the engagement between Miss Sean and myself..."
Logan Sean looked at Vance and sneered, "Vance, it’s not that I underestimate you, but you embarrassed yourself against Mason Raymond publicly. Do you really dare discuss marriage with my daughter?"
Upon hearing this, Vance’s expression shifted immediately.
He frantically said, "Uncle Sean, grant me one more opportunity. I... I swear I won’t disappoint you!"
"That previous time was just a fluke; you must trust me. My skills certainly match Mason Raymond’s!"
Klein, standing nearby, also smiled and added, "Mr. Sean, since that Mason Raymond is gone now anyway, and fighting prowess isn’t everything, correct?"
Logan Sean gestured dismissively and said, "We’ll address this topic another time."
Vance’s face darkened. He gritted his teeth but dared not utter another word.
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In a residential house on the outskirts, seven individuals crowded into this modest room.
They surrounded a massive man, worry etched across their faces.
"Bella Tad can’t just die like this, right?" someone questioned with creased brows.
"If so, wouldn’t Mr. Raymond’s sacrifice be meaningless?"
"It’s been ten days, and Bella still hasn’t stirred. This..."
The group frowned collectively.
Anyone would struggle to accept that Mason Raymond died rescuing Bella, only for Bella to perish regardless.
At that instant, Bella finally cracked his eyes open slightly.
He massaged his temples and slowly sat up, asking, "Where am I?"
"You... you’re awake at last!" Seeing Bella conscious, everyone immediately surrounded him.
Bella appeared confused and asked, "What... what occurred?"
The others stared, sighed, and recounted everything that had transpired.
After hearing the account, Bella suddenly bolted upright on the bed.
"You’re telling me that Mason Raymond got stuck in the Immortal Slaying Sect saving me?" Bella’s eyes bulged like two bronze orbs.
The others nodded and confirmed, "Yes."
This brought crushing pain to Bella’s heart, and his massive frame shook slightly.
"Mason Raymond..." Bella clenched his jaw, glared northward, and bellowed, "Mason Raymond, I’ll get revenge for you! I’ll destroy Hawk Thompson!"
His thunderous voice resonated for ages.
Everyone concurred, and they ultimately chose to unite with Green Moon Villa!
Green Moon Villa represented Mason Raymond’s legacy, and they resolved to protect Green Moon Villa faithfully.
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Elsewhere, Walton Greer traveled toward Green Moon Villa.
Currently, the feminine traits about him had grown more pronounced, making gender distinction nearly impossible, even his voice had acquired a somewhat shrill quality.
"Once I consume enough victims... I can resurrect! No, more accurately, we can share existence!" The raspy voice rang in Walton Greer’s thoughts.
He licked his lips and smirked, "So that’s why you agreed to Hawk Thompson, right?"
"Precisely... partnering with Capital City Martial Arts Association simplifies our killing!" The raspy voice replied.
Walton Greer laughed harshly, "Hawk Thompson thinks he’s manipulating me... he has no clue that I’m exploiting him instead!"
He intended to visit Green Moon Villa and start a massacre!
Not only could he fulfill the task Hawk Thompson assigned, but he could also enhance his own power!
Walton Greer harbored grand ambitions, and he’d grown sick of the noble families’ attitudes!
But unlike Mason Raymond, who fought for universal equality, Walton wanted to join those aristocratic clans, ruling over everyone else!
