King's Awakening

Next… next life?

Upon hearing this, Samuel stilled, a look of terror surfacing and crazily swirling on his face.

However, before he could respond, White Mitchell stomped on his chest.

I…

Samuel could only feel his heart being crushed, his heartbeat abruptly stopped, despite his desperate attempts to keep it going.

Next, Samuel’s eyes widened, his life force dissipating completely. He died with eyes wide open. His final gaze fell on Hans Weiden.

Seeing this chain of events, Hans Weiden, who was bound to a wheelchair, was panic-stricken.

Yes, he may be the heir of the Weiden Family, his grandfather might have indeed been the instructor for the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard, but Hans Weiden had never witnessed such a bloody scene.

Far from being calm, at this moment, not soiling himself was an accomplishment.

As Hans Weiden was shocked, he slowly lifted his head to see White Mitchell approaching him.

Samuel was dead, was it his turn next?

This notion sprung up like a flood, it was uncontrollable, and frantically swept through his mind.

He initially had confidence in defeating White Mitchell, as he thought of White Mitchell as an insignificant existence like an ant.

Even when White Mitchell displayed his superior strength, he was never afraid.

Because he knew, standing behind him, was the Dragon Realm’s Wubu Flying Tiger Guard!

They were the Dragon Realm Martial Department’s sharpest and strongest weapons, second in might only to the War Department.

In other words, the Tiger Guards represented the pinnacle of the Martial Department’s power. The Martial Arts Soldiers who are a part of the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard were carefully handpicked from the millions.

Moreover, his grandfather had been an instructor for the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard, and many of the current Tiger Guard commanders were his students.

The overwhelming background left Hans fearless, not only towards White Mitchell, but also towards all the rich families in Sayon.

But who would have thought, his proud background crumbled into nothing in front of White Mitchell, weak as if it was made of paper.

The Army Master! An Army Master!

The Master of the Three Armies! The Tiger Guards were nothing, even the entire Martial Department of the Dragon realm couldn’t compare to a mere fingertip of his.

It was only now, Hans realized, everything White Mitchell had previously said was not a bluff, nor a jest.

He indeed had that kind of strength, that kind of confidence.

Before, he had seen White Mitchell as a joke, he never imagined he himself would be the biggest joke.

His repeated provocations and humiliations of White Mitchell were tantamount to courting death!

If he were in White Mitchell’s place, he probably would have already killed him long ago.

Now, he was nothing more than cannon fodder to White Mitchell. When it came to background, White Mitchell was the Army Master. His words would make the entire army tremble. His Weiden Family could be wiped out casually!

He couldn’t compare to anything!

The realization made Hans feel as though his heart was bleeding, his face changing from green to purple in turns.

At this moment, White Mitchell had already approached Hans, speaking indifferently, “How is it, Hans Weiden, are you surprised?”

White Mitchell’s words were like a slap in the face to Hans.

In an instant, Hans’s face became even grimmer, as if dripping with sweat.

“Do you know why I’ve been letting you behave this way in front of me?” White Mitchell sneered coldly, looking at Hans as if he were a mere ant.

Hans grinded his teeth and glared at White Mitchell, unwillingly asking, “Why?!”

White Mitchell smirked coldly, then stated word by word, “Because I know about your strength pretty well, yet you know nothing of mine!”

Hearing White Mitchell’s words, all hope disappeared from Hans’s heart.

Because he understood that, no matter how hard he tried, he could never compete with the powerful existence of White Mitchell.

Not just him, even the entire Weiden Family combined was no match for White Mitchell.

It was exactly as White Mitchell said. He knew nothing about White Mitchell’s strength, yet there were no secrets about the Weiden Family’s strength in White Mitchell’s perception.

But Hans was really unwilling to accept this. He was unwilling to be crushed under White Mitchell, unwilling to admit defeat so easily!

Think about this, Hans glared at White Mitchell venomously and said, “White Mitchell! You can’t kill me! My grandfather was the former instructor of the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard!

Our Weiden Family has a deep relationship with the Tiger Guards. There are numerous Tiger Guard commanders who were my grandfather’s mentees. If you kill me, you are causing the wrongful death of many, they will join hands to incriminate you, and you won’t get away with it!”

Unmoved by these words, White Mitchell chuckled. In contrast, Asher, who had been standing aside, had a disappointed expression on his face when he heard this.

If Hans had begged for mercy now, he might have been spared. But instead, he chose to provoke White Mitchell.

He was simply digging his own grave.

The Weiden Family was insignificant to someone like White Mitchell. Even if the whole Martial Department’s three million soldiers jointly raised their voices against him, they wouldn’t be able to shake his position.

With permission from the Elders’ House, discretion to execute first and report later, such was White Mitchell, the White Army Master!

Ordinary people could hardly imagine the extent of White Mitchell’s power, even what Asher knew was just the tip of the iceberg.

As for Hans, he was simply too naive. He was totally responsible for landing himself in this situation, he couldn’t blame anyone else.

However, to Asher’s surprise, after hearing Hans’s words, White Mitchell slowly said, “Rest assured, don’t be so nervous, I won’t kill you today, and I won’t kill you in the future either.”

Huh?

Upon hearing these words, Asher was taken aback. White Mitchell showed no mercy when dealing with Samuel, why was he showing mercy to Hans, the instigator?

Could it be that he was actually intimidated by Hans’s words?

Impossible! An Army Master, would he be bothered by such a threat?

Just as Asher was puzzled by White Mitchell’s decision, White Mitchell’s hand slowly reached to Hans’s spine.

Then, a chilling voice rang out, akin to a ghost’s whisper, “Do you know why I won’t kill you? Haha… because, sometimes, living can be a hundred times more painful than death!”