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Chapter 1073 Dirtying My Hands With Your Death
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Chapter 1073 Dirtying My Hands With Your Death

Chapter 1073 Dirtying My Hands with Your Death

Guardian Michael was furious. He, a distinguished figure in the Ghost Sect, held significant influence.

First, Chris had made him grovel, and now, after such humiliation, Guardian Michael could no longer

contain himself.

"Chris, how dare you insult me? I'll show you..." Before Guardian Michael could finish, Chris's palm

landed hard on his face.

"If you want to be my disciple, you must respect your master. Today, I will teach you what martial virtuenovelbin

is," Chris declared, striking Guardian Michael repeatedly, leaving his face marked with the force of each

blow.

"Remember! The first step of martial virtue is to respect your master. If you want me as your master,

you should obey my commands, even if it means licking my shoes or doing anything I ask!" Another

resounding slap echoed through the air.

With a final blow, Chris sent Guardian Michael crashing to the ground with a loud thud. Struggling to

rise, Guardian Michael's expression turned dark. He had intended to approach Chris under the guise of

seeking tutelage, aiming to seize the Dragon Emblem fragment. However, Chris's humiliating actions in

front of so many people shocked him deeply.

Moreover, Guardian Michael was astounded by Chris's strength. How could he possibly contend with

someone who could best him so effortlessly? His face grim, he gritted his teeth, "Chris, I came here for

the Dragon Emblem fragment! Be sensible and hand it over, or when my Ghost Sect army arrives,

you'll have nowhere to hide!"

Realizing that his attempt to become a disciple had failed, Guardian Michael tore off the facade.

"Hmph!" Chris sneered. "Do you think I care about the likes of the Ghost Sect?"

Revealing not just one, but three Dragon Emblem fragments, Chris taunted, "If you want it, come and

take it from me. I have more than one. Do you have what it takes?" Chris's possession of three

fragments left Guardian Michael dumbfounded. He distinctly remembered Chris obtaining only one

from Jefferson Village's Ye Wen's tomb. How had Chris acquired two more in such a short time?

Before Guardian Michael could react, Chris brandished yet another fragment. "See, I now have three

Dragon Emblem fragments. Are they really that important? To me, they are nothing more than scraps of

paper. Unfortunately, if you want them, you'll have to take them from me."

The allure of three Dragon Emblem fragments overwhelmed Guardian Michael. Such treasures were

rarely seen in the martial world. An overwhelming surge of desire overcame him. Rushing forward, he

was immediately met with a powerful force, sending him flying backward.

"Chris, I'll fight you!" Guardian Michael's demeanor resembled that of a madman. With a roar, he

attempted to kick Chris, but before he could, Chris's swift retaliation left him reeling on the ground, his

leg now numb and useless.

"In front of me, you dare act so boldly? Do you not know your place?" Chris's words prompted

Guardian Michael to cough up blood, unable to muster any resistance.

Feeling utterly powerless, Guardian Michael remained seated, watching Chris with seething

resentment. "You are nothing but trash," Chris spat. "Your Ghost Sect is nothing to me!"

Enraged, Guardian Michael retorted, "How dare you! The Ghost Sect is not to be insulted so lightly!"

Mocking, Chris dismissed the Ghost Sect, "I have never held your Ghost Sect in high regard. Even

your branch head is nothing but a cowardly figure."

Infuriated, Guardian Michael could not match Chris's verbal assaults. Defeated, he regretted speaking

at all. "Chris, if you have the guts, just kill me!"

"Kill you?" Chris sneered. "You're nothing but a wretch, not worth dirtying my hands over!" Guardian

Michael felt utterly humiliated. When had he, Guardian Michael of the esteemed Ghost Sect, ever been

so insulted? Chris's disdainful look was more agonizing than death itself.

"Chris!" With a roar, Guardian Michael leaped to his feet, rushing at Chris like a bolt, his hand shooting

out like lightning toward Chris's throat. His face contorted with fury, desperate to salvage his pride.

But with a resounding blow, Chris sent Guardian Michael flying once more. As he struggled to rise,

blood gushed from his mouth uncontrollably, leaving him utterly defeated.

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