Chapter: 1043

Meanwhile, Azalea was intently observing a wooden jar. She watched, amused, as a poisonous scorpion and centipede fought furiously.

"Azalea!" Just then, the doors opened, and the Dark Lord tottered into the room.

"Yes?" When Azalea saw the man, she paled and rushed over.

"Master! What happened? Who did this to you?"

"Michael Robinson was helping the Harmon family, so I lost." The Dark Lord scowled.

"Michael Robinson, one of Balerno’s Grandmasters?" Azalea frowned.

"Didn’t he disappear years ago? What’s he doing here?"

"He was hiding his identity, so no one knew who he was. Today’s just my unlucky day." The Dark Lord sighed. He thought he’d finally be able to destroy the Harmon family after becoming at Grandmaster, yet Michael’s sudden appearance nearly cost him his life. He must have the most rotten luck!

"As long as you’re alright, we’ll have many more chances to take revenge. Let me treat your injuries." Azalea immediately got to work, swiftly applying medicine and patching the man up. However, his internal injuries would require constant medication before they could heal.

"I might have lost this time, but at least I’ve obtained a valuable bargaining chip," the Dark Lord mused.

What is it?" Azalea asked curiously.

"You’ve heard of the Mystic Arts Order, haven’t you?"

"Of course. It’s the greatest dark faction of all time. It’s even on par with Stonia’s Celestial Alliance, "Azalea answered.

The Mystic Arts Order was a mysterious faction. Despite having only a few disciples, everyone in the group was trained in the mystic arts as well as martial arts. And because of their ruthless way of killing their targets discreetly, they quickly became the strongest dark faction of all time.

"I used to be part of the group," The Dark Lord said wistfully.

"I might not have been the brightest disciple there, but I was still a talented individual with a bright future. However, I was kicked out after committing a crime."

"Do you still wish to return there?" Azalea asked.

"Of course." The Dark Lord nodded.

"That place is like heaven to people like us. It’s filled with numerous secret arts and is home to many powerful fighters. If I can get back in, I’d be far stronger than I am now!"

"You sound like you have a plan." Azalea watched her mentor.

"You’re such a smart girl." The Dark Lord smiled softly.

"Michael Robinson is my ticket to return to the Mystic Arts Order. Do you know who his wife is?"