Chapter 1677

Frank's annoying face would crumble beneath his iron fist. Then, Frank would collapse in submission, begging for mercy on the ground… Kairo kept fantasizing about what would happen next. Meanwhile, Yosil stood nearby, utterly at a loss for words. Watching Kairo disregard his shouts and prepare to strike, Yosil tried to rush forward to intervene. But his aging body betrayed him—his limbs simply would not obey. Despite being a Birthright-ranked martial artist himself, age had rendered him little more than a figurehead. "Mole, stop Kairo!" Yosil barked, turning to the elder in the black robe beside him. Mole heard the command but did not look up. Instead, he said in a low voice, "Chief, do you realize the consequences if we stop Kairo now? It would only validate his claims that Frank conspired with us, Kornac's Keep. And with Kairo's talent and Cloudnine Sect backing him, it would mean disaster for us all." Yosil froze at Mole's words. If they dared to intervene now, it would on