“Sir, ever since I, Robert Stone, took over the management of the Blood Robe Society from my master, I have poured countless efforts into it. And now you want to take over my entire Blood Robe Society with just a word…”

“If there’s a problem, let’s solve it. Since you, the president, don’t agree, then I’ll help the Blood Robe Society find a president who does.”

William King spoke up calmly, interrupting Robert Stone’s words. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure was already in motion.

In the next instant, Robert Stone felt as if the man before him, who appeared so calm and unruffled, had transformed into a terrifying streak of light, radiating a dazzling brilliance that seemed to shake one’s very soul. Immediately after, a shadow of life and death swept over his entire body, making his hair stand on end. Under this immense terror, he was so shocked that his limbs went rigid—he couldn’t even retreat or raise his hand to block…

“Ah!”

The pressure of death descended in an instant, so overwhelming it was suffocating. Robert Stone suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, using the surge of blood and energy within him to break free from this purely spiritual oppression, and shouted, “I agree!”

“Whoosh!”

A strong gust of wind blew across Robert Stone’s face, sharp as a blade, making his cheeks sting with pain.

When the wind passed, what Robert Stone saw was a fist that had just moved away from his face by three centimeters.

Three centimeters!

Only three centimeters!

If his shout had been even a split second slower just now…

That punch would have landed on his head.

Cold sweat immediately trickled down Robert Stone’s forehead.

“I agree… I agree… From now on, the intelligence department of the Blood Robe Society will serve you wholeheartedly. Any news related to the Battle of the Galaxy, I will report to you at once.”

Robert Stone hurriedly reaffirmed, his eyes still filled with lingering fear.

“Good, that’s settled.”

William King replied, “Take note, my communication number is 172712541. Send any information to that number.”

“Yes, yes, I’ve got it.”

“Alright, I’m leaving. Is there a car? Give me a ride.”

Robert Stone quickly snapped back to his senses and immediately called out to a disciple, “Samuel Wood, give this senior a ride home…” Then, as if remembering something, he quickly asked, “May I ask how I should address you, senior?”

“A name, a code name, it doesn’t matter.”

William King said, turning to leave.

With the matter resolved, he didn’t linger.

As he walked to the roadside, Samuel Wood had already driven the car over, saving him the trouble of paying for a ride back.

……

“Master, that guy was way too arrogant…”

As soon as William King left, the four elite third-level martial artists who had come out with him immediately grew restless.

But before they could say anything, Robert Stone had already growled, “Shut up!” Then he glared at one of them. “Aren’t you going to take your senior brother for treatment?”

“My injuries aren’t serious…”

Jack King spat out a mouthful of blood, but already felt much better.

“Just because you feel fine now doesn’t mean you’ll still be fine in a few days. Go to the hospital and get a full check-up immediately.”

“Master, who exactly was that person?”

Jack King hadn’t been able to take even one blow from the other party, and deeply understood how terrifying he was. He asked, his expression grave.

“Don’t ask too much, don’t say too much. Just focus on your own affairs.”

“Then, Master, should we pass on the information we’ve gathered to him?”

“Yes, we must. And we need to keep investigating—only send it over when we have enough detailed information.”

As Robert Stone spoke, his right hand trembled slightly as he took out a cigarette, but his fingers were so unsteady that he failed several times to light it.

Seeing this, the disciples—all third-level martial artists—finally changed their expressions. The master they regarded as invincible, almost beyond human, was actually so afraid of that young man!?

“Master, at worst, we can relocate en masse. There’s no way he could find us all by himself…”

One disciple, unable to bear it, stepped forward and lit the cigarette for his master with a lighter.

“Relocate? Why would we relocate!?”

Robert Stone said, glancing at the disciple, then at the cigarette in his hand. As if understanding something, he chuckled, “You think I’m afraid? That I’m scared? No, I’m happy. I’m truly happy.”

“Happy?”

The disciples looked at their master, completely puzzled.

“A Martial Saint, a Martial Saint! Today I actually got to see a Martial Saint walking the world!”

As Robert Stone said this, he took a deep drag on his cigarette, coughing uncontrollably, but even as he coughed, he waved his hand excitedly, “Do you know what it means to have a Martial Saint walking the world? It means that if he wishes, he will definitely have a place in the Battle of the Galaxy.”

“Hiss!”

“A Martial Saint!?”

“Sixth-level martial artist, transcending the ordinary to become a saint?”

Jack King and the other disciples gasped at their master’s words.

“Master, are you saying that young man is a Martial Saint?”