The World Pavilion was considered a big sect in the Spiritual Realm, and the disciples that guarded the entrance possessed extraordinary strength. A random disciple was able to send James flying and spurting blood with any move.

Yevpraksiya hurriedly rushed over to James’ side and helped him up, asking with concern, “Are you alright, Mr. Caden?”

He hurriedly took out a piece of cloth and wiped off the blood trace on James’ lips.

“I’m alright.”

James stood up and looked straight ahead. There were about eight disciples of the World Pavilion before him.

“The Lord is injured? What kind of sick joke is this?”

“So even an insignificant creature like you is trying to infiltrate the World Pavilion now?”

“Leave at once, kiddo. If it weren’t for the fact that the Sect Elder explicitly forbids us from killing in the vicinity of the World Pavilion, you would have died.”

They all looked at James with smug expressions on their faces.

If a Grand Emperor was here claiming that the Lord was in