The Invincible Mercenary King

Chapter 837

Ista auden turn of events, Haylan einerged behind them, his gaze icy and cold as he surveyed their surroundings.

Reign antiously stood beside faylan, her face etched with worry ‘Mr. Katz, Yvic, are you alright? Where is Lawrence? What happened to him

Joy filled Landon and Yvonne as they saw laylar’s arrival. However, their expressions soured when they caught sight of Reign They were at a loss for wonds.

With her sharp intellect, Reign sensed their unspoken thoughts Lawrence might have….

“Could it be that Lawrence is dead? Reign’s voice trembled as her eyes went blank, and she collapsed.

Haylan swiftly caught her, and he asked with concern, ‘Mr. Katz, what’s going on? Is Lawrence still alive?”

“Lawrence is alive, but he’s been captured by the red–robed messenger, Landon revealed, recounting the recent events. Haylan’s gaze turned frigid and he asked, “So, we have two forces targeting us

Ter Landon confirmed

Mr Baxter explained, ‘The Dark Slaves that appeared carlier are connected to the Bernard family, a powerful entity in the Whileal Kingdom”

Haylan’s eyes flashed with cold determination Bernard again he questioned

Just a while back, the Bernard family had orchestrated the death of Bernard’s younger brother, nearly trapping them in ı

hotel

Nowe, back at their base, the family was still making moves against Lawrence and them.

It was a brazen act of provocation!

If Lawrence is only captured, it means he holds value to the red–robed messenger. They won’t dispose of him easily Haydan reasoned

He gently placed Reign on the ground and spoke in a low voice. I finally understand the true meaning behind his cryptic words. Mr. Katz, Yvie, take care of Rei. I’ll be back soon

With those words, he vanished instantly, disappearing before their eyes as if he had never been there, leaving only a fing breeze in lus wakr

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Thoughts raced through their minds. “Vanishing into thin air? What is this sorcery Could Haylan be a gode

Landon and Yvonne were equally dumbfounded, their mouths agape in disbelief

Despite their long acquaintance with Haylan, it was the first time they had witnessed such incredible abil

Landon, in particular, was struck by the profoundness of Haylan’s power

All along he knew that Haylan was strong, but he did not expect Itaylan to be so powerful to such a terrifying extent Varashing with such speed defied his wildest imagination

The more he knew, the more he realized how little he understood Haylan Haylan’s true strength remained an enigma waiting to be unraveled

“The breeze ugrabies his astonishing speed, Mr. Baxter muttered, trying to regain his composure.

But his assessment quickly crumbled as another shocking realization dawned on him

“To achieve such speed, where does his cultivation level reach God–class? No, even the most formidable god–class expert couldn’t possess such swiftness. Could it be the God Real? Mr. Baxter’s horror–stricken expression intensited

The God Realm! The fabled God Realm cultivator actually existed in their world, and today. Mr. Baxter had witnessed # firsthand

Unbelievable truly unbelievable. Mr. Baxter whispered to himself, caught in a spellbusting enchantment. Regardless of others opinions, he continued to repeat this phrase

The thunderom roar of an airplane pierced the air, capturing ret yone’s attention

Josef accompanied by his loyal bodyguard, descended from the sky, skillfully landing the plane right before Landon and The others Thury, board the plane. We need to escape this place he urgently called out

Lavalon cradled Reign in his arms and gestured for Yvonne to step onto the plane first Then using to My Baxter and Tiana be extended an invitation. “Would you both jom us on this journey

Tians des lined gracefully expressing her gratitude No–need. Thanks for your invitation, but we have somewhere in go

Thank you for your kindness and assistance. We owe you a favor, and should you ever need our help in the future, we will be there without hesitation. Farewell, she said.

After bidding his respectful farewell to Tiana and Mr. Baxter, Landon finally stepped onto the waiting plane.

The aircraft swiftly ascended, disappearing into the vast expanse of the sky.

Tiana broke the silence, turning to Mr. Baxter with a curious expression. “Mr. Baxter, have you ever heard of a man named Haylan Jaber?

Mr. Baxter shook his head and replied, “I’m not acquainted with him.”

Tiana leaned in, her voice filled with anticipation. “In your opinion, who is stronger between Haylan Jaber and our boss?”

Mr. Baxter did not hesitate, his voice carrying a hint of awe. Haylan Jaber, without a doubt.”

Tiana’s eyes widened at his confident response, leaving her momentarily speechless as she watched the departing plane. Amidst the snowy mountain range on the outskirts of Blutbridge City, the red– robed messenger swiftly carried Lawrence, traversing the pristine snow with astonishing agility. Finally, they arrived at a hidden cave, where the red–robed messenger callously threw Lawrence to the ground.

The force sent Lawrence tumbling, his body rolling through the snow, the icy flakes clinging to his disheveled form. He fought to regain his bearings, his movetnents labored.

With a resounding thud, the red–robed messenger appeared like a ghost, seizing Lawrence by the neck and slamming him against the cold stone wall.

The intense pressure caused Lawrence to gasp, blood spilling from his lips, and pain surging through his throat, chest, and

back.

The red–robed messenger’s face contorted into a fierce scowl as he coldly locked eyes with Lawrence, his voice dripping with gruelty. “Boy, this snowy mountain is uninhabited. Even if you scream until your voice gives out, no one will come to save you.

“Cooperate, and tell me how to extract the divine secrets from your mind, or I will dismantle you piece by agonizing piece

Fear welled up within Lawrence, his voice trembling as he hastened to comply. “Alright, I’ll tell you everything.”

The red–robed messenger’s voice thundered, demanding an immediate response. “Speak!”

Struggling to breathe, Lawrence’s face flushed red as he managed to utter. “You’re… choking me. How can I speak?”

Easing his grip slightly, the red–robed messenger allowed Lawrence to catch his breath, his icy gaze never wavering. Taking in deep, ragged breaths, Lawrence steadied himself and continued, “Have you ever heard of the spirit gathering array?”

The red–robed messenger leaned in, his curiosity piqued. “What?”

“Spirit gathering array!” Lawrence repeated.

“Never heard of it. What’s this?” the red–robed messenger asked.

Lawrence seized the opportunity to explain. “The spirit gathering array is a powerful array that harnesses the spiritual energy of the universe. By modifying the formation and placing me in a specific position, the powers of the spiritual beetles within my mind can be extracted.”

The red–robed messenger shook his head; his skepticism was evident. “I have never encountered such an array. Are you absolutely certain?” he asked.

Doubt crept into the messenger’s eyes.

This extraordinary array seemed foreign even within his vast knowledge.

Even at that place, there was no such array.

Determined to prove his point, Lawrence proposed a test. “If you doubt me, release me brietly, and I will set up a small array for you to witness.”

The red–robed messenger agreed, casting Lawrence to the ground with a cold, dismissive tone. “Sure. Remember, any deception will be met with excruciating consequences. I will slice your flesh apart, piece by piece!”

With the threat hanging in the air, a wave of sword beam escaped the messenger’s fingertips, ruthlessly–severing a chunk of muscle from Lawrence’s arm.

Blood spurted forth, and Lawrence cried out in agonizing pain, his teeth gritted. Lawrence’s eyes narrowed, his voice laced with defiance despite the torment. “If you kill me, you will never uncover the truth!”

The red–robed messenger’s gaze turned icy, his impatience palpable as he barked. “Enough talk. Set it up quickly!”

Locking eyes with the red–robed messenger, Lawrence’s determination hardened. Rather than wasting words, he stoically