“What you’ve told me can only spare you from physical suffering. Otherwise, I would have skinned you alive and torn your tendons!”

Lord Barbenheim’s face grew darker, but he did not give up and tried to make one last plea.

“Spare me, and I’ll do anything! I can help you contact those involved and help you kill them all!”

Dustin shook his head.

“Do you think I need your help?” he asked in disdain.

Lord Barbenheim fell silent. He did not know how to respond.

What kind of standing did Dustin have?

He was the Ultimate Death God from the Asura Hall, the Master of the Martial League, the Master of Star Tower, the Medical Sage, the King of Hades, and the War God.

With a single command, many powerful people would risk their lives to help him.

A fallen lord like Lord Barbenheim was of no use to him.

“Dustin, don’t be so arrogant! The Divine Hall is too powerful for you to take on! If you keep going like this, you’ll end up with a tragic fate!

“I know some secrets about the