Emma Sullivan did not refuse Claire Carter's courtesy. Although the power of the The Carter Family was slightly inferior to that of the The Sullivan Family, it was still a formidable force. For juniors like them, building connections and expanding their social circles was always the right move.

Very soon, Emma Sullivan had already taken her leave, got into her Volkswagen sedan, and with Lily driving, the two quickly headed to their next target.

In the time that followed, they registered two more people, both with the cultivation level of Martial Artist Second Stage.

When a martial artist reaches the Third Stage, their vital energy surges within, forging true strength. Every strike becomes fierce and violent, with destructive power greatly enhanced—enough to shatter concrete walls with a single punch. Ordinary people would die upon contact or be seriously injured if merely grazed. Such dangerous individuals have long been recorded by the Martial Arts Association, so the ones they were registering now were mostly Second Stage, or even First Stage martial artists.

Soon, the two had returned to the local branch of the Martial Arts Association in the city.

"I'm exhausted, absolutely exhausted! That guy called Edward Clark, why does he live so far away, out in the middle of nowhere? If people didn't know better, they'd think he was a fugitive! And that jerk Robert Harris, with his lecherous look—if I had the same strength as you, Emma, I'd definitely teach him a lesson."

Lily complained bitterly.

"This is our job, stop complaining. In three more days, the martial artists in our province will almost all be registered. After that, we'll finally have some free time."

As Emma Sullivan spoke, she walked toward her room.

"Three days, three days, still three more days! If every martial artist were as obedient as William King, staying at home where transportation is convenient and cooperating with us to register their information, our efficiency would be at least ten times higher."

Emma Sullivan smiled but didn't respond to Lily's endless grumbling.

"By the way, Emma, speaking of William King, even though his temperament has changed a lot, did you notice he looks a lot like that peerless genius Samuel Grant who appeared out of nowhere six years ago?"

"Samuel Grant?"

That name made Emma Sullivan's heart skip a beat, and detailed information about this person suddenly flashed through her mind!

"Six years ago, the Northern Moon Sword God Samuel Grant who swept the world with a four-foot green blade!?"

Chapter 3: Battle of the Galaxy

"That's right! The Northern Moon Sword God Samuel Grant!"

Mentioning such a legendary figure, Lily became visibly excited. "The Northern Moon Sword God debuted at a very young age, and now, six years later, his age matches up quite well with William King."

"Northern Moon Sword God Samuel Grant... could it be possible?"

In Emma Sullivan's mind appeared the image of William King sitting in front of a computer, looking gentle and refined...

Could someone like that really be the Northern Moon Sword God who, six years ago, roamed the world with just a sword?

"Maybe they just look alike? There are still plenty of people who resemble each other."

"That's true!"

Lily nodded slightly. "If the Northern Moon Sword God actually looked like that, I'd be really disappointed."

Emma Sullivan pondered, and couldn't help but recall a phrase William King had mentioned—Battle of the Galaxy.

"Let's go check the records."

"Sigh, Emma, you don't actually believe it, do you?"

Emma Sullivan shook her head and strode toward her room. Seeing this, Lily hurried to catch up.

As soon as she entered the room, Emma Sullivan immediately took out her silver laptop, powered it on, connected to the wireless network, and logged into the database.

Although she was just a clerk at the Martial Arts Association, her position was under the national headquarters, far above the provincial or city branches, and her access level was very high. After entering her account and password, she quickly entered the database, then typed the name of the Northern Moon Sword God into the search bar.

"Got it."

"Hurry, see if there are any photos of the Northern Moon Sword God."

Lily urged impatiently.

After searching for a while, Emma Sullivan soon found quite a bit of information. "This Northern Moon Sword God seems to be a battle maniac. There are lots of records of his duels with others, and... he's really ruthless..."

"Wow... More than sixty renowned martial artists have died by his sword, and twelve martial arts masters as well. He even escaped from a siege by the five grandmasters: Fist Master John Thompson, Soul-Cutting Blade Master Matthew Cooper, Mystic Immortal Finger King Morgan, Divine Luo Palm Daniel Wright, and Black Blood Spear King Charles Reed, and even killed Divine Luo Palm Daniel Wright... Truly worthy of the title Northern Moon Sword God!"

"This Northern Moon Sword God sure has made a lot of enemies."

Emma Sullivan murmured.

Soon, a photo of the Northern Moon Sword God Samuel Grant appeared before the two women. He was a youth whose arrogance and pride were evident at a glance, looking down on everything.

"They do look a bit alike... but their temperaments and outward appearances are completely different styles."

Emma Sullivan nodded in full agreement with Lily's words.

Samuel Grant and William King—one wild and unruly, the other gentle and refined—really couldn't be more different.

"Emma Emma, look at this, look at this, check out this information."

Lily suddenly pointed to a search result on the website.