King's Awakening

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: The Death of Wood Taylor!
 

Wood Taylor’s eyes widened, disbelief clearly painted all over his face.

Wasn’t this Sebastian Mitchell, the bastard of the Mitchell Family?

What was he doing here?

Why did the soldiers of the White War Department treat him with such reverence?

At this moment, Wood Taylor’s mind was awash with uncertainty. It was as if huge waves were sweeping through his mind, leaving him unable to react.

“What’s the matter? Weren’t you trying to kill me? Here I am right in front of you, why aren’t you taking action?” White Mitchell calmly stared at Wood Taylor.

He had been waiting for this moment for eighteen long years.

He thought that he would establish himself as a wealthy man, wielding immense power, achieving great honor, and crushing those who had persecuted him in the past.

However, not only did the Taylor Family not let him go, the Mitchell Family also harbored murderous intentions toward him.

If Mateo Mitchell hadn’t taken into account the blood ties he had and infiltrated him into the War Department, he would have been decapitated by now, with no trace remaining.

Now, he was an Army Master, holding tremendous power, alone defending Dragon Realm. He had returned to the Capital City, facing the enemies who had once persecuted him, but he couldn’t be more serene.

Confronted with White Mitchell, Wood Taylor asked solemnly, “Sebastian Mitchell! What exactly do you want? Don’t think because you’re now part of the White War Department you can falsely accuse me. You say I plotted to kill the Army Master—I’ve never done that!”

Never done that?

Hearing these words, White Mitchell let out a cold laugh, laced with bitterness.

“Sebastian Mitchell—this name is too old. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I might have forgotten it,” White Mitchell took a deep breath and continued, “Sebastian Mitchell died a long time ago—eighteen years ago, when you and Fendy Taylor jointly drove me out of the Mitchell Family. Remember my name now—I am White Mitchell! And, remember my title—White!”

Boom!

These words struck Wood Taylor’s mind like thunder, leaving him in a state of utter confusion.

Stumbling backward, Wood Taylor ended up sitting on the ground.

Fear, anxiety, and apprehension surged like a tide, overwhelming him.

Wood Taylor could not stop shaking, even his heart was shivering. A chilling dread swept through his entire body.

“Impossible! You are lying; you can’t be Army Master White! No, I don’t believe it!!!” Wood Taylor roared uncontrollably.

The kid he could have easily crushed eighteen years ago had become the only Supreme Military Lord of the Dragon Realm?

This stark contrast was something that Wood Taylor couldn’t accept or believe.

However, the truth was that under his manipulation and deliberate persecution, White Mitchell had climbed step by step to his current status as the Supreme Military Lord of the Dragon Realm.

Who would risk their life for tomorrow if they did not carry a heavy burden?

White had grown amid significant pressure and danger.

Sometimes, looking back, White didn’t know whether he should thank his enemies like Wood or loathe them.

But now, upon seeing Wood again, White Mitchell knew what to do—these people deserved to die!

Facing the terrified Wood Taylor, White Mitchell calmly responded, “Whether you believe it or not, I am an Army Master.”

“Aaarrrggghhh!!!” Wood Taylor ground his teeth upon hearing White Mitchell’s words.

He could not comprehend how the boy he could have easily crushed years ago had grown so powerful in just five short years.

Just five years ago, he could have easily taken his life.

But a mere five years had passed, and their roles were reversed—he was now the one who could be easily crushed to death.

Wood Taylor couldn’t accept this; it left him on the verge of a breakdown.

“I will kill you! I will kill you! You’re lying! You’re lying!!!” A deranged Wood Taylor suddenly stood up and swiped at White Mitchell’s throat.

At this point, Wood Taylor was past caring about anything else. He was prepared to die anyway; he had to kill White Mitchell.

As Wood Taylor lunged at him, White Mitchell remained unmoved, seemingly oblivious to the man’s actions.

However, just as Wood was about to get his hand on White’s throat, White swung his hand and made a quick flick.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking echoed in Wood Taylor’s ears.

Then he felt an excruciating pain in his arm, which hung down limply like a pendulum.

White Mitchell had just waved his hand casually, and he had already had one of his arms disabled!

However, at this point, Wood Taylor couldn’t care less. He swung his other arm and landed a heavy punch directly on White Mitchell’s head.

“Go to hell!” Wood Taylor roared ferociously, pouring all of his strength into that punch.

However, from White Mitchell’s perspective, it was nothing more than a futile struggling.

White shifted his head slightly to avoid the punch. He then grabbed Wood’s fist, twisted his wrist, and pulled.

Crack!

Another sound of bones breaking echoed in Wood Taylor’s ears.

Both of Wood Taylor’s arms were now disabled.

He stood there, as motionless as a wooden stake, and all of his previous reckless ferocity was replaced by intense fear and helplessness.

This was real; it was all real!

The bastard he had known had indeed gained power beyond comprehension. His strength was so formidable, it invoked fear.

He was no match for him. Even with the full force of the Taylor Family behind him, they were no match for him.

Only the Eight Sect and Benjamin Mitchell could possibly compete with him.

Right, he still had Benjamin Mitchell, the Eight Sect had his back!

He had put so much effort into getting his sister to woo Benjamin Mitchell’s father for the express purpose of getting the support of the Eight Sect.

Having thought this far, Wood Taylor hurriedly said, “Sebastian, you can’t kill me, you definitely can’t. Otherwise, when Benjamin comes back, he won’t let you off the hook. Even as an Army Master, you won’t be able to do anything to him!

There are beings in this world that you can’t even reach. Benjamin is one such being.

If you dare kill me, Benjamin definitely won’t spare you!”

Faced with Wood Taylor’s threats, White Mitchell remained indifferent. “If I want to kill you, who dares to stop me!?”

As soon as his words fell, White Mitchell’s hand tightened around Wood Taylor’s neck, effortlessly crushing his windpipe.

Just like this, a notorious figure of the Capital City fell.