When he slapped him across the face—
Some of the wealthy merchants trembled, barely managing not to fall from their seats.
Their mouths agape, they looked at Julius Reed in disbelief.
This was Medicine King Valley!
The one struck was an Inner Sect Disciple!
Had he gone mad?
Did it seem like he was asking for a favor at all?
Too arrogant!
He behaved as if no one else mattered!
"How dare you!"
Hustle!
Inside the grand hall—
Martial Gate disciples instantly surrounded him, each drawing their Longswords from their waist.
Their sword tips, all pointing at Julius Reed.
In their eyes, fury blazed!
For a moment, the grand hall fell silent as a tomb.
The merchants swallowed hard, fear leaving them drenched in cold sweat.
Even though it wasn't them being surrounded,
Who wouldn't fear Medicine King Valley asserting its might?
Outside, a group of insignificant Outer Sect disciples could have them nodding and bowing.
How much more so in this Dragon Ascension Hall?
