Chapter 3083 Worry

The Flag Master was preoccupied, wondering what Zen's words meant, when suddenly a piercing bright light interrupted his thoughts.

Instinctively, he instantly raised his hand, summoning a long sword to parry Zen's attack.

After all, he was a warrior at the second stage of the Other Shore Realm, and had been training in the Dragon City for a long time. Fergus entrusting him with guarding the store indicated he was a force to be reckoned with.

"Ding, Ding, Ding...!"

"Dragon-Snake Dancing Swordsmanship!"

The long sword in the Flag Master's hand writhed and coiled around his body, protecting him from the scattered sword radiance from Zen.

The Flag Master's expression grew serious. He had summoned his strongest swordsmanship, and yet, he could feel that it was only a matter of time before Zen's fragmented sword radiance would pierce his defenses.

He gritted his teeth, arms trembling with every blow.

'Why is he so powerful?' He winced at another powerful blow. 'He has just reached the first stage of the Other Shore Realm!'

"Will you be able to defend yourself?"

Zen's eyes flashed coldly, his sword radiance shooting towards the Flag Master unrelentingly.

The Flag Master struggled to resist, beads of sweat streaming down his face. He knew he was at his limit. His eyes darted around, desperately looking for a solution to this mess.

"Bang!" It was too late.

The sword exploded into tiny fragments, scattered into the wind.

"Puff! Puff!"

The white sword radiance pierced his body. He barely had the time to react. Before he knew it, an arm and a leg were torn clean off his body.

The Flag Master locked eyes with Zen in shocked awe before he collapsed to the ground. How could he, a Flag Master at the second stage of the Other Shore Realm, not even last five minutes in a battle with this Zen?

The Flag Master bit back tears. 'I'm going to die here, ' he thought miserably, as Zen slowly approached his pitiful figure. However, to his surprise, Zen walked past him, as though he didn't even notice the injured figure bleeding on the ground.

'Did he let me go?' The Flag Master gasped, unable to keep the tears from streaming down his face.

Only then did he remember what Zen had said.

It was true that he didn't kill the two men today. Zen had spared his life, although leaving him severely injured.

When he pondered over this, he felt a sense of gratitude well up from within him.

"How dare you!"

"How dare you destroy our Master Furgus' store? Brat, you're courting death!"

two other Flag Masters roared from the other side of the street, shaking their fists.

Immediately, they drew their swords and charged towards Zen, their eyes red from rage.

As he saw the two men approaching

nce he left the Dragon City. This way, Galen could replace him and be appointed the new Alliance Chief.

Galen, who was usually a sour-faced character, quickly smiled and held up his glass of wine. "I would appreciate your help in the future," he said modestly, toasting with the Alliance Chiefs.

When it came to Fergus, Galen's tone softened as he tried to emulate more humility. "I would greatly appreciate your help, Master Fergus."

Galen could care less about the other Alliance Chiefs. Fergus, however, came from a prominent background. He was sure that befriending such an Alliance Chief would prove beneficial to him in the future.

However, before their glasses could clink, a person came rushing over to Fergus. Out of breath and panting, the messenger could barely spit out the words, "Master Fergus... I have... news...!"

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" Fergus asked anxiously, his brows furrowing.

"Master Fergus, someone smashed our store outside the Dragon City!" He gasped for breath. "He even destroyed about a hundred bottles of Sword-reading Liquid..." the man shuddered as though he were remembering something gruesome.

"What? Who did it?" Fergus demanded.

He felt a chill run down his spine, extending to his arms and flowing to his fingertips. The glass of wine he was holding frosted over, the wine turning into ice pellets.

The women who had been singing and dancing suddenly stopped and shivered slightly.

"His name," the messenger replied, eyes widening in fear, "is Zen Luo..." The Alliance Chiefs exchanged confused glances, wondering, 'Who is Zen Luo?'

Fergus scratched his chin. He had never heard of this name before. Just as he was wondering why such a nobody would dare smash his store, Galen snorted. "I was wondering who would have the gall to oppose you. It's Zen again!"