Marshall Lowell was startled, but his expression remained calm. He took a sip of tea and said impassively, "Cripple a member of your clan? What are you talking about?"
His imposing aura immediately dampened the Sherwood Clan's fiery indignation.
The leader, Sonya Sherwood, had a delicate appearance. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up, and her voice trembled on the verge of sobs.
"Martial King, Yves knows his mistake. Please, remove the Power from his body. He's being tortured by it—his meridians are severely damaged and his internal injuries are grave. If this continues, his Martial Arts will be destroyed. I beg you, please spare him!"
Upon hearing this, the Martial Artists from other countries in the room instantly grew wary. Their gazes toward the Lowell Family were now filled with vigilance.
It was only then that Marshall Lowell remembered that faint trace of Power, and a chill went down his spine.
