Chapter - 3339

"Aretta!"

The name Aretta Trujillo caused everyone present to exchange glances.

"I had long heard that Nimbus Sect harbored a hidden prodigy. Could she be the one?"

"This intimidating aura is something ordinary people would find difficult to achieve. Even Octantis might not be capable of it. It seems the rumors were indeed true."

“I heard that this prodigy had practiced Nimbus Sect's foundational techniques. She is adept at concealing her tracks, killing without a trace or sound, which is truly terrifying."

There were hushed discussions among some people.

In the eyes of everyone present, there was, to varying degrees, a sense of apprehension.

The mystery of Nimbus Sect lay precisely in this.

Their prodigy had always preferred solitude, seldom making acquaintances.

Therefore, they had no information about this person.

However, judging solely from the intimidating aura she exuded, she was not to be underestimated.

Although the figure in the white robe was close, her true appearance remained hidden, ethereal and elusive. One could only discern her graceful and captivating silhouette.

Glimpsing at her, one could envision the unparalleled grace of this woman.

Octantis took a deep breath, a hint of apprehension flickering in his eyes.

"Who are you? Are you a disciple of Nimbus Sect?" he asked cautiously.

The soft, alluring voice of Aretta drifted through the air, seemingly carrying with it a chill wind.

"All you need to know is that I am a disciple of Nimbus Sect. Don't ask anything more.

Southern Martial House may be powerful, but you, Octantis, are no match for me. I'm letting you leave as a courtesy to Southern Martial House. Now, hurry up and leave!"

Her blunt words were like a resounding slap to Octantis, causing his face to flush with embarrassment and his heart to seethe with anger.

"Don't be so full of yourself! There are so many of us here. Go ahead and make your move! Let's see who ultimately wins!"

Octantis scoffed, casting his gaze toward Michael and the others, his eyes filled with a fighting spirit.

Michael nodded, anger also surfacing in his eyes.

"Octantis is right! Do you really think Southern Martial House is a pushover? Not long ago, we sent out several of our most talented disciples, none of whom are significantly weaker than you. If it comes down to a head-on confrontation, we fear no one!" he said.

Disciples of Southern Martial House, including Vela, had their spiritual energy erupting all over.

The conflict over the Secret Realm of Mount Kush seemed to have reached a fever pitch.

Many ancient martial arts sects could not hold back, and sent out their strongest disciples.

Zeke had also just gleaned from the conversations of those from Octantis that many prodigies had joined this conflict, vying for a great opportunity.

It seemed that within the Secret Realm of Mount Kush, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had truly emerged.

Zeke was somewhat envious.

In terms of strength, he was no match for these prodigies, including Aretta, who caused anomalies in her surroundings.

However, his thoughts never really diminished.

With a turn of his head, he sensed trouble brewing, a strong indication of an imminent battle. Consequently, he quickly raised his voice and said, "Octantis, let's spare Anvindr, shall we? We're bound to cross paths again in the future, there's no need to dwell on this matter. I can bear the injustice done to me."

Octantis was worried that he had no excuse to back down. Upon hearing Zeke's words, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

When looking at Zeke, there was an added hint of admiration in his gaze.

This guy isn't half bad! If it weren't for his constant opposition, he might have even become a valuable subordinate of mine!

He pretended to be conflicted about it, hesitating for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Zeke, I too yearned to avenge you, but given the circumstances, I have to agree. I regret that it's unfair to you. However, rest assured, I will seek justice for you!"

His gaze swept over Aretta as he continued,

"Aretta, the pride of Nimbus Sect, your disciple Anvindr attacked my companion unprovoked, and even stole my battle artifact.

Don't you think you owe an explanation, or perhaps an apology and compensation?"

Octantis said this, not actually to curry favor with Zeke, he wasn't that kind-hearted.

All he wanted was to regain his footing.

If Anvindr had been let off easily, it would have been a great embarrassment. Michael and the others would likely have thought him incompetent.

Upon hearing this, Aretta's icy voice reached Anvindr.

"Is this really true?"

Anvindr felt wronged, his expression bitter.