“I didn’t expect it. If you did, I would have doubted if you were really Lucas’s son,” said Dustin indifferently.

“Dustin, you’re strong. You’re so powerful that I admit I look up to you. But what does it matter?” Elijah sneered. “In this world, strength doesn’t mean everything. Just because you reach a high level with your strength doesn’t mean you’ll always win!”

Dustin frowned.

What trick did this brat want to play at this point?

“Bring her up!” Elijah roared.

A while later, a Martial Saint of the Lotus Sect walked as he escorted a woman inside.

Dustin glanced at her and frowned.

“Madison…”

He had not expected that Elijah would capture Madison and use her to threaten him.

He did not understand why.

Madison knew him, but the two of them were not close at all.

How was it useful to threaten him by using her?

Did Elijah really think that Dustin was the kind of man who was a slave to his desire?

“Dustin, when Lord Barbenheim gathered the prodigies for discussion yester