The Mighty Dragon Warrior

A Shadow Ranger killed the final grey-clothed attacker at the entrance of the Pavillion.
Blood splattered all over the white marble floor, filling the air with its stench.
Willow stood near the entrance, guarded by two female Shadow Rangers. Seeing that the killing was over, she stepped forward
and asked solemnly, “Who attacked us?”
“Willow, I think you should ask...” Jerry appeared threatening as he swung his arm and threw out a sharp dagger. “That man.”
The dagger cut through the air and instantly arrived at a seemingly empty place about seven to eight meters away.
In the next second, the dagger that could easily pierce through a steel plate suddenly disappeared in mid-air.
“Is that the Convergence Technique?” Willow narrowed her eyes.
In the next moment, a dull ‘clap’ sounded. Invisible energy swirled midair and parted to reveal a thin figure, standing on the white
granite steps seven or eight meters away.
“When did you notice me?” The person had an unremarkable appearance. At first glance, he seemed to be about forty years old
but at a closer look appeared to be around fifty to sixty years old. He had deep-set eyes, and there was something chilling about
his presence.
“When did I notice you?” Jerry smirked with disdain. “Hah, you weren’t even concealing yourself properly. I noticed as soon as
you arrived.”
Then, he narrowed his eyes and continued, “Tell me. Who are you? Are these people whom you sent here to die your
subordinates? I have to applaud your patience. You didn’t retaliate even when we killed more than a dozen of them.”
The man’s eyes flashed cruelly as he replied, “Haha, they are nothing but materials.”
Material? Jerry and Willow exchanged glances.
A dozen of Shadow Rangers were about to surround the man, but Jerry gestured to them to stay back. Then, he leaned slightly
and looked at the man sternly. “Who the heck are you? No, let me rephrase it. Who the heck are you in the Meteorites?”
“Oh, you’re quite clever.” The man sounded impressed. “You managed to guess I’m from the Meteorites.”
“Hmph, you have no idea what I’m capable of.” Jerry arched an eyebrow and grinned.

Then, his expression changed, and his voice turned fierce. “I don’t care who you are. Since you dared to attack us, don’t dream
of leaving here alive!”
“Haha, I’m a Master. Do you think you can kill me? Do you know who I am?” The man laughed.
A Master? Jerry’s eyes flashed. His mouth curved into a strange smile. “What a coincidence. I’m a Domain Master.”
After saying that, his body flashed brightly, and he began to emit a threatening aura. Then, he shot through the air in a gray flash
and appeared before the man.
“Cunning little b*stard!” The man shouted and disappeared into a puff of smoke.
“An illusion?” Jerry stood on the white granite steps and glanced around murderously.
“Hey, brat. I’m Eidolon, East Master of the Meteorites. I shall let you experience my Blood Prison!”
A soft voice sounded, and bursts of red smog spread to a hundred-meter radius.
“Look at the corpses!” Willow widened her eyes in shock.
She saw dark red smoke rising from the grey-clothed corpses scattered all over. Then, she frowned and muttered, “Is this what
he meant by materials?”
In the span of a few seconds, the whole place was fully enveloped in an endless expanse of dark red smog.
At the same time, the air became filled with a strange and revolting stench.
A Shadow Ranger called out painfully in the dense smog, “Mr. Locker, the smog is poisonous!”
Jerry held his breath and ordered, “Everyone, come to me!”