Those golden cymbals crashed into it one after another, shattering to pieces, yet still could not stop the meteoric iron greatsword.

The surrounding captains were furious and all struck out; in an instant, seven or eight magical treasures shot forth, all aimed directly at the meteoric iron greatsword.

From the huge crack in the stone house, a man stepped in. His left hand was unnaturally large, gripping a thick iron chain. His right hand was bare, the arm covered in strange runes.

After he entered, he gently raised his right hand, and a purplish-red light rose in the air. A dark purple Destiny Talisman slowly rotated, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the entire stone house.

As soon as this Destiny Talisman appeared, all those aggressive magical treasures were frozen in the light, unable to move an inch.

The surrounding captains no longer dared to speak, and could only watch helplessly as the steady, mountain-like meteoric iron greatsword shattered the golden cymbals one after another, and finally, like a giant python, bound up Henry Morgan.

“Owen Grant!” Henry Morgan gritted his teeth and shouted a name.

Owen Grant was tall and powerfully built, his chest broad as a mountain, dressed as a warrior, with thick brows like blades, a wide nose and mouth, his face now cold and stern, staring fixedly at Henry Morgan.

His left hand, from shoulder to palm, was covered in an incredibly thick layer of armor, making the entire arm look extremely formidable. At this moment, that left hand was gripping a thick iron chain, and the blood-red glow on the chain seemed as if it would completely burn Henry Morgan away.

A cold light flashed in Owen Grant's eyes, his rock-like lips twitching: “Was it you who caused Eric Bennett's death?”

A chill ran through Henry Morgan's heart, and he hurriedly explained, “Brother Grant, d-don't get excited, listen to me...”

“But it was you who caused Eric Bennett's death!” Owen Grant didn't listen at all, and bluntly asked again. His seventh-grade Destiny Divine Talisman hovered above his head, suppressing all the captains.

This was the power of the Destiny Divine Talisman!

Henry Morgan was terrified: “I...”

Suddenly, Owen Grant gave the iron chain a shake, and with a clang, flung Henry Morgan out. He put away his Destiny Talisman and strode out.

“Today happens to be the fifth day—just right to kill you and offer you as a sacrifice to my brother!”

As soon as he left, the captains who had been suppressed and unable to move finally caught their breath, all still shaken. Before, they never believed in the terror of Owen Grant, always thinking that since they were all captains, how different could their strength be? Only after experiencing it today did they realize: if Owen Grant didn't have that seventh-grade Destiny Divine Talisman, if they risked everything, two or three of them could at least fight his meteoric iron greatsword to a draw. But with the seventh-grade Destiny Divine Talisman, Owen Grant could easily suppress them all.

“Damn, a seventh-grade Destiny Divine Talisman! Who knows how many lifetimes of good fortune it takes to get such a high-level Destiny Talisman, tsk tsk!” Everyone cursed inwardly, dying of jealousy.

Owen Grant dragged the trussed-up Henry Morgan with one hand, striding toward the central stone tower. Such a commotion had already alarmed the entire Ruolu Prison, and a crowd was already waiting for him outside the stone tower.

Seventy or eighty prison guards were scattered to the left and rear, all on high alert, each preparing their magical treasures and techniques. Two more captains stood behind a middle-aged man in a brocade robe.

The middle-aged man saw Owen Grant, stepped forward and shouted, “Owen Grant, Eric Bennett is already dead. Don’t break the rules of Ruolu Prison for the sake of a useless man! If you dare kill Henry Morgan, you know the consequences!”

Owen Grant strode forward like thunder, fiercely throwing Henry Morgan to the ground, and said in a loud voice, “Lord Carter, if you want to judge Owen Grant by law, fine. But since Henry Morgan caused my brother’s death, how should he be punished?”

The deputy warden of Ruolu Prison, Blake Carter, looked grim: “Everyone in Ruolu Prison knows what kind of person Eric Bennett was. Such a useless man, dead is dead. Henry Morgan is not the same as him, don’t confuse the two!”

Owen Grant was furious, shaking both arms and howling to the sky. Spiritual energy surged around him, shooting up like a tornado dozens of meters high. The prison guards, and even the two captains, couldn’t stand steady and involuntarily retreated again and again.

A cold gleam flashed in Blake Carter's eyes. With his hands behind his back, he stood unmoving: “Owen Grant, are you trying to rebel?”

Owen Grant laughed wildly: “Hahaha! So my brother’s life doesn’t count? Only your lackey’s life matters?”

Blake Carter was furious: “Owen Grant, what do you mean?!”

“Isn’t it obvious!” Owen Grant refused to back down, glaring at Blake Carter: “Everyone knows Henry Morgan is your lapdog. He killed my brother, yet you protect him. All of you, get out of my way! If my brother returns today, fine. If not, I will personally kill Henry Morgan, rip out his heart and liver to honor my brother Eric Bennett! Whoever wants to stop me, beat my left-hand greatsword and right-hand divine talisman first!”

Blake Carter was shaking with rage: “Fine, fine, fine! Such an arrogant brat—do you really think there’s no one in Ruolu Prison who can deal with you?!”

With a cold laugh, Blake Carter stepped forward, his footwork containing hidden mysteries. In just a few steps, he broke through Owen Grant's aura and closed in.