The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Chapter 250

Declan’s two eyes were filled with boundless silvery-white electricity. There was fierce killing intent on his simple face. “I never imagined that there would be a time when I would be forced into such a situation!”

Jacob’s eyes were cold. “This ending has been determined ever since you sent your subordinates to make a mess in my territory. After that…”

The killing intent increased in his heart. “You were so daring you even had the nerve to hurt my loved ones on purpose. I won’t have peace of mind until you’re dead.”

“This is the law of the jungle in this world.” Declan’s tone was aloof. “I just never imagined that a chamber of commerce that has been in Paramount for only a few days had such strong hidden power!”

He turned his head to look at the dead bodies on the ground. The electricity on him sharpened slightly. “Thirty years of hard work gone in a night. Those who gathered us have worked hard…”

“You speak too much nonsense.” Jacob shook his head. He blasted out a punch with a face full of fury.

War Deity’s Secret Skill of Fury!

With one punch, heaven and earth will be cleared!

A strong energy leaked dangerously. The floor they were at shook, and the air vibrated.

Bang!

Other than Andres and the Dragon Guardians, who were safe, everything else in a thirty-meter range became powder.

“This is bullsh*t!”

Declan looked toward the sky and let out an angry roar. The silvery-white glow around him vanished in an instant. With a bang, he exploded into a pile of fragments.

Ding!

A sharp noise rang. An old key as long as a finger fell from the fragments caused by Jacob. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

This was the first time he saw something withstand his Secret Skill of Fury with no harm done to it. Jacob was curious, so he stretched forward and picked it up at a distance.

Suddenly, there was a clang that rang at the top of everyone’s head.

Looking away, Andres looked at Jacob feverishly and said, “Sir, the building is about to collapse.”

Keeping the key, Jacob nodded and turned. “Let’s go.”

Minutes later, as passersby on the ground were fleeing in fear, Celestial Twin Towers, which was once the pride of those in Cloudshill, collapsed with a bang.

Among the crowd of passersby who were running away frantically, the unmoving group of people in black were exceptionally eye-catching.

As Jacob was playing with the mysterious key that fell from the fragments of Declan’s body, he looked away and turned to look at Andres, who was standing beside him with his head down. “Is everyone alright?”

“Sir,” Andres said respectfully, “other than a few disappointing guys, everyone else is alright.”

In the formation, Holden grinned bitterly.

“The battlefield is dangerous. Accidents are bound to happen. It’s fine as long as everyone doesn’t get hurt too badly. We can’t ask for too much.” Jacob waved his hand, unbothered.

After a pause, there was coldness at the tip of his brow. “I’m giving you three days. Try to get an estimate of how many Meteorites perished. Jerry will give you the information.”

“Understood, sir!” Andres said with a fierce expression.

Jacob took one last glance at Celestial Tower’s left building, that was half collapsed. He turned and left in an indifferent manner.

Twenty minutes later, when he was thousands of meters away from the ground and four hundred kilometers away from Paramount, news spread. News about The Meteorites’ headquarters building collapsing, the disappearance of The Emperor along with the South and West Masters, as well as the death of the North Master, half the generals, captains, and officers. It frightened many people who paid attention to this news.

In the Paramount State Capital Director’s office, Albert, who had just become the owner of that office, was buried in a stack of documents.

Just as he was fully focused, his personal cell phone that was on the desk rang.

He picked up with slightly furrowed brows and asked, “What is it?”

After listening for a while, he said in a displeased tone, “What does Cloudshill have to do with Paramount? Just do what you’re supposed to do.”

After saying that, Albert, who didn’t want to be too distracted, hung up.

He placed the cell phone back on the desk and pondered for a moment before simply keeping it in the bottom drawer of his office desk before he continued looking at his documents.