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“Now, you speak of law. Let us speak of the oldest law.” He nodded to Leigh. She moved to the side of the dais where a cloth-covered object rested. With a flourish, she pulled the cloth away, revealing the Memory Wall stone with the crown and mountain symbol. She placed it in the center of the oak table with a solid thunk. “This,” Makil said, “is the Pact of the Peak. Carved not in parchment, but in the living memory of the border. It was sworn between Alistair the First and Torren Valerius. It does not grant land. It swears a bond. The crown provides legitimacy and protection. The Hold provides the mountain’s voice—the enforcement of the ancient boundaries and laws that keep peace among all

“Forty-nine, do you think I’m someone you can insult with such words? Do you seriously think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?” Facing his angry gaze, James smiled indifferently. “Mr. Wulte, I finally understand why you and the other six Peak Masters, despite having the same cultivation base, see Mount Martialis at the bottom among the seven peaks.” “You…” said Perthacus. “You don’t have their despicableness, nor their ruthlessness. In the face of power and interests, you still have your conscience and bottom line,” James spoke word by word.

The Xavion Sword carried a dull thunder sound and flashed past the Peak Lord’s neck as if it were an otherworldly assault. Poof! He was decapitated in a sword’s slash. “Brother Eleven!” “D*mn it!” The Sun Shrine’s members were all stunned and furious. It turned out that a Peak Lord, who was in the Peak-Imminent Immortal realm, was killed just like that, just like a chicken. “How could he be so strong?” Mica muttered to herself as she was dumbfounded. In her eyes, Donovan had always been a leading figure among the younger generation that no one could match his glory. Still, now she discovered someone much stronger than him, far surpassing the achievements of the young generation.