LORD CHESTER COMES BACK

Jun Chester hadn’t seen Alf Charlton for nearly eight years. It was unexpected. After all these years, seeing Alf Charlton again, he immediately bowed to Jun Chester without saying a word.

Pritchard Gresham, who was present, couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Wen, what is this…”

Ignoring Pritchard Gresham, Alf Charlton continued bowing to Jun Chester, counting, “Seven! Eight! Nine!”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Pritchard Gresham was speechless, unable to comprehend the situation. Just a while ago, he saw Alf Charlton playing chess with his adoptive father in the capital. How did Alf Charlton turn into this state in such a short time?

Jun Chester walked over to Alf Charlton and calmly said, “Don’t rush to bow.”

Alf Charlton immediately stopped bowing, staring at Jun Chester with a mixture of panic and gloominess. He wasn’t bowing to Jun Chester out of fear but out of fear for Eric Chester. Otherwise, how could Jun Chester, just a chess piece, deserve his obeisance?

However, just at that moment, Jun Chester did something that shocked everyone. He simply exhaled towards Pritchard Gresham, and a white mist like a sword pierced through Pritchard Gresham’s aura and penetrated his heart.

Pritchard Gresham’s eyes widened, Alf Charlton’s eyes widened, and everyone present was astonished. No one expected Jun Chester to be capable of such an attack, and on someone like Pritchard Gresham, who was considered invincible among the younger generation.

Pritchard Gresham, who was said to be on the verge of reaching the seventh realm, was now gasping for breath, blood pouring from a hole in his chest. The atmosphere froze as Jun Chester, with a disdainful smile, remarked, “You dared to be arrogant in front of me before reaching the seventh realm? Don’t you know the word ‘death’?”

Pritchard Gresham, in disbelief, stammered, “You’ve reached the seventh realm?”

Jun Chester casually explained, “Just reached it yesterday, but I believe it’s more than just the seventh realm.”

Looking at Alf Charlton still on the ground, Jun Chester walked over and asked casually, “According to what Pritchard Gresham just said, did he come here on the orders of you and his adoptive father?”

Alf Charlton remained silent, unable to fathom the situation. The Chester family, not only did Eric Chester have terrifying cultivation, but even his son, Jun Chester, was equally fearsome.

Seeing Alf Charlton’s silence, Jun Chester coldly observed him and said, “I noticed those Healing Pills and Pulse-Opening Pills I left in the pharmacy were enjoyed solely by you.”

Alf Charlton, in panic, denied, “No, I didn’t!”

Jun Chester sneered, “Judging by your aura, you can’t fool me now. Eight years ago, maybe. But not now.”

Jun Chester then placed his hand on Alf Charlton’s head and asked coldly, “Now, I’ll ask you one thing. Have you done anything that harmed Lordran’s interests in these years?”

Alf Charlton, intending to deny, suddenly felt a rush of his vigorous energy surging towards his head. Jun Chester was using the Purple Essence Technique to absorb his power.

In just a moment, all of Alf Charlton’s formidable strength fell into Jun Chester’s hands. This power was sufficient to step into the legendary ninth realm, just a step away.

Alf Charlton, who had dedicated his life to cultivation, establishing the Chess Pavilion after a hundred years, felt like his entire life’s achievements were being plundered in an instant.

Jun Chester, indifferent to Alf Charlton’s despair, said, “Your lifetime cultivation, I’m just using it to water the flowers in this courtyard, which seems a bit desolate in the autumn breeze.”