An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori (official version)

Before any faction could enter the palace, a massive battle had already erupted. Each group was determined not

to yield to others, with everyone vying for the first entry.

The logic was simple—the first one inside would naturally secure the most treasures.

At that moment, over a dozen forces were clashing violently, creating a scene of intense carnage.

In the face of tremendous wealth, the struggle for dominance reached a point where even strangers, let alone

brothers, could turn on each other.

"The Drakes Dominion Order has business here. Retreat immediately!" Yonah led his group as they charged

forward, announcing their identity.

It was an attempt to intimidate the competitors with their sect's prestige.

"To hell with the Drakes Dominion Order! We of Shadow Isle aren't afraid of you!"

"Hmph! The Drakes Dominion Order may be formidable, but we from the Elysian Sect are no weaklings either!

Whoever dares block our path to wealth will meet their end!"

"Damn it! Who the hell ambushed me? Brothers, let's take them down!"

Using the nof the Drakes Dominion Order didn't cause much of a stir, given that the forces that managed to

make their way here naturally had respectable backgrounds.

Although the Drakes Dominion Order was considered king in Southwest, they weren't the sole dominant force.

Not to mention, martial sects from Northwest and foreign factions were also in attendance.

In the event of a full-blown conflict, everyone had a fair chance.

"Bran! Let's join forces and forge a path through the chaos. We'll seize the opportunity to enter the palace first!"

Yonah glanced over at Bran.

"Alright!" Bran nodded resolutely.

"Charge!"

Upon receiving the signal, Yonah, without a second thought, brandished his sword and charged toward the

entrance of the palace.

Bran, along with disciples from the Frostwing Sect, provided cover on the side.

"Quick! Stop them! Don't let them enter first!"

Witnessing the aggressive advance of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect, other factions quickly

joined the fray, anxious about being left behind.

"Those who stand in my way will die!" Yonah roared, leading the disciples of the Drakes Dominion Order and the

Frostwing Sect into a fierce battle with the surrounding forces.

The scene grew even more chaotic as martial artists fell one after another into the bloody pool.

"Oh my God... | can't believe they're fighting so desperately. They're completely disregarding their lives." Outside

the lakebed, Jackson watched the intense battle ahead in silent astonishment.

Fortunately, he hadn't rushed forward. Otherwise, if he got trapped in the chaos, there would be no way out but

death.

These people were absolutely nuts!

"In the pursuit of material gain, they chose to sacrifice their lives. At this point, there's no turning back for them."

Sophia narrowed her eyes in contemplation, teetering on edge.

The more intense and chaotic the scene grew, the more advantageous it would be for her. Only when these

forces engaged in a mutually destructive struggle would she be able to seize an opportunity. However, remaining

on the sidelines carried its own set of risks—if someone else claimed the treasures first, she could end up with

nothing.

In the end, it all cdown to patience and luck. As long as she held her ground and managed to catch a

fortunate break, she could potentially turn out to be the ultimate victor.

"Kid, why aren't you making a move yet? If you keep on waiting, the treasures inside will all be taken," Aidan

suddenly said.

Instead of answering, Grace countered, "How about you, Mr. Ridge? Why aren't you making a move?" "I'm a

grandmaster after all. How would | look if | competed with these juniors?" Aidan smiled lightly. "While |

understand that you're upholding your reputation, | have a different perspective." Grace smiled. "Oh? Have you

noticed something?" Aidan raised an eyebrow.

"To be honest, I think there's something unusual about this palace. Charging in without caution could potentially

jeopardize our lives," Grace said candidly.

In her eyes, the grand and antique palace seemed more like a royal tomb. The fact that the tomb remained

intact for many years while submerged underwater hinted at a cleverly crafted design.

Such tombs were often equipped with traps and various anti-theft mechanisms. Entering without a clear

understanding of the situation would not only be dangerous but potentially lethal.

"Surprisingly, you're pretty insightful." Aidan nodded approvingly.

"You're right. These external threats are nothing compared to the hidden dangers within the palace. Even |

wouldn't dare claim to move freely inside."

As a grandmaster, his perception far exceeded that of ordinary martial artists. If he could sense a threat, it was

undoubtedly significant.

"Mr. Ridge, you have a discerning eye, and | admire that." Grace nodded with a smile.

"You're not simple either, kid." Aidan shot a meaningful look at the person beside him.

Despite being young, she demonstrated an uncommon calmness and keen insight, qualities that were truly rare.

Inexplicably, he found himself contemplating the idea of taking her as a disciple.

As their conversation unfolded, a loud, resonant howl suddenly reverberated through the surroundings. The howl

echoed like rolling thunder, both deafening and enduring.

For a moment, a momentary pause fell upon the battlefield. All eyes turned toward the origin of the noise, where

they found a massive silver wolf king emerge proudly from the forest.

Cloaked in a mantle of silver-white fur, the wolf king possessed emerald-green beast eyes, exuding a

commanding presence.

Its silver coat shimmered brilliantly under the moonlight, presenting a mesmerizing sight to behold.

Behind the silver wolf king were approximately a dozen giant gray wolves, each comparable in size to lions and

boasting sharp claws and teeth.

The silver wolf king itself towered two sizes larger, standing shoulder to shoulder with an average man. It was

the very source of the fearshowl earlier, brimming with an air of intimidation.

"This is bad! It's a wolf pack!" someone exclaimed.

If it had been an ordinary wolf pack, as martial artists, they wouldn't have been afraid. However, the creatures

within the oasis were mutated beasts and exceptionally ferocious.

Dealing with one was challenging enough, and now with a pack suddenly appearing, uneasiness washed over

everyone.

Right then, another earth-shaking roar echoed through the surroundings.

From a different direction, a crimson-hued, imposing Onyxclaw emerged slowly. The tiger-like creature was

exceptionally massive, comparable to the size of an elephant.

Even while just standing there without making any threatening movements, it exuded an oppressive air.

Its bell-like eyes especially felt like an icy abyss, sending shivers down the spines of whoever locked onto them.

The majestic authority emanating from this king of all beasts left the crowd trembling in fear.