Kapitel 639: Proposition; Poison Tempering

The Mortal Shedding Realm expert nodded, relieved that the Sect Master had calmed down. He knew better than most how dangerous Cyrus could be when he lost control of his emotions.

As the man left the room to carry out his orders, Cyrus sat down in his chair, deep in thought.

'I can't beat Aelina or Sue Ming head-on, but maybe I can pit them against each other and use their own strengths against them.'

He had a plan, a dangerous one, but one that might work.

Soon enough, the Toxic Blade Sect Master arrived, his face stern and serious. 

He was a tall and lanky man with a subtle aura, but his piercing snake-like eyes and rippling muscles underneath that weak-looking body told a completely different story.

"Why have you called for me, Cyrus?" The Toxic Blade Master, Dorian, asked, a little annoyed. He had been researching in his lab, only to be disturbed. It was no wonder he just wanted to leave.