That pale skeleton stretched out its bony hand and snatched Ottor in a single motion!


    Ottor''s expression shifted drastically. He rushed to channel his inner power, trying to escape.


    But right then, he discovered just how horrifying this skeleton''s strength was! Breaking free was impossible!


    Before Ottor could respond, tremendous force had already struck!


    Everyone watched as Ottor''s body was actually ripped to pieces!


    The crowd couldn''t stop themselves from gasping in horror!


    Tearing apart a Martial Saint with one move - what level of power was this?


    The instant Ottor was shredded, his soul essence escaped from his consciousness too.


    It floated in mid-air, looking incredibly weak.


    Though losing his physical form could still be fixed, it would take years for his life force to recover!


    It might even damage the foundation of his future training!


    "Who are you..." Ottor whispered weakly.


    Iris Darren looked at Ottor''s soul essence and smirked, "A dead man like you, why waste time with all this talk?"


    Hearing this, Ottor''s face went pale! He tried to run, but Iris Darren wouldn''t let him!


    Iris Darren extended his palm, and a crimson light like a prison trapped Ottor''s soul essence inside!


    Ottor waspletely terrified!


    If his spirit was destroyed, that would truly be the end of everything!


    "Mr. Garcia, help me!" Ottor screamed desperately.


    Garcia Coleman''s expression wasn''t great either. He said seriously, "Friend, we can discuss this. For my sake and the Capital City Martial Arts Association''s sake, please let him live. What do you say?"


    But Iris Darren shook his head and said, "I don''t need to show you any respect."


    After saying that, Iris Darren reached out again, and Ottor''s soul essence fell straight into his palm!


    Then, Iris Darren opened his mouth and swallowed Ottor''s soul essence whole!


    A pleased look crossed his face, but to everyone else, it was absolutely terrifying!


    Destroying a Martial Saint with just a gesture - what kind of power was this?!


    The area wentpletely quiet, and nobody dared to even breathe.


    Garcia took a deep breath and stood up, saying, "Who are you, sir?"


    Iris Darren nced at Garcia Coleman and said coldly, "Looks like you''re all pretty curious. Fine, I''ll exin."


    "I''m from the Immortal ying Sect. I was created from the Evil Omen, and naturally, so was the skeleton army."


    "Years ago, the masked woman killed tens of thousands from the Immortal ying Sect in one strike, making the Evil Omen go wild. And I was born because of that."


    When he said this, Iris Darren seemed to remember something.


    He smacked his forehead, saying, "Oh, speaking of that, I really need to thank someone named Mason Raymond."


    "If he hadn''t taken the masked woman''s coffin, we might never have been born. Hahahaha!"


    Hearing this, I, hiding in the shadows, felt my expression changepletely!


    I never thought that this Iris Darren was identally freed by me!


    "The Immortal ying Sect... You mean you''re from the former world''s top sect from ten thousand years ago?" Garcia frowned.


    "That''s right." Iris Darren stood with his hands sped behind his back.


    Everyone couldn''t help but gasp in shock!


    Most of them had never heard of the Immortal ying Sect before.


    But Pearson Bowman, Elena Green, and others knew about the Immortal ying Sect.


    Because they had read about it in ancient texts at the Capital City Martial Arts Association!


    "They say...the weakest in the Immortal ying Sect was at the Mighty Realm, which means all the skeletons he controls are remains of Mighty Realm practitioners!"


    "No wonder they''re so strong! Even Martial Saints can be easily killed!"


    "This is terrible. His skeleton army could wipe out everything in the world!"


    Garcia realized this problem too.


    He stepped forward, saying in a low voice, "Sir, we have no conflict between us, why don''t we sit down and talk properly?"


    Iris Darren raised an eyebrow and sneered, "When I first sent someone to the Capital City Martial Arts Association, wanting to work with you, you refused and insulted him. Have you forgotten that?"


    Garcia''s face turned even worse.


    How could he have known back then that Iris Darren had such a powerful background!


    "Alright, enough." Iris Darren said calmly.


    "You don''t need to worry. I won''t attack randomly. Of course, this huge spiritual stone mine is mine."


    "If anyone objects, you can speak up now."


    The scene stayed silent, and nobody dared to say another word.


    Iris Darren nodded slightly, saying, "Good, then I won''t hold back."


    "Wait!"


    At this moment, Garcia quickly stopped Iris Darren.


    "If sir doesn''t mind, why note to my home for a chat? How about it?" Garcia suggested.


    Iris Darren thought for a moment and said, "I heard that the martial world is now controlled by people like you, right?"


    "Exactly." Garcia nodded quickly.


    Iris Darren stroked his chin and muttered, "Well, maybe there''s actually something I can use you for... Fine, I''ll hear what you have to say."


    Seeing this, Garcia was thrilled and quickly said, "Sir, please!"


    Under everyone''s watch, the two left the scene.


    "What could Garcia be talking about with him?"


    "What else could they be talking about? They''re just working together."


    "Whatever they''re discussing, it''s nothing good for us."


    "Maybe we should start nning some responses."


    The current martial artists were extremely worried and upset. They all understood clearly that in negotiations between the powerful, the weak always get sacrificed.


    "Senior Jimmy, are you okay?" I rushed to Jimmy Ysabel''s side.


    Jimmy Ysabel waved his hand slightly, saying, "I''m fine."


    I sighed, "Senior Jimmy, you should hurry to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion and take some time to heal."


    Jimmy Ysabel stayed quiet, only giving me a slight bow.


    Right then, I suddenly spotted a suspicious figure.


    It was none other than the guy with the mustache.


    He slipped out of the venue and started running as soon as he got outside.


    I saw this and quickly said goodbye to Jimmy Ysabel, chasing after the man in a hurry.


    I caught up with the mustache guy, tapped his shoulder, and said, "Where are you going?"


    The man red, saying, "Where the hell else can I go? Didn''t you hear what they said? That bastard wants the whole spiritual stone mine!"


    "I''ve got to steal these spiritual stones while he''s still gone!"


    My eyes lit up, and I said excitedly, "Great idea!"