The Pinnacle of Life Chapter 1371

All the Zimmers were so enraged that they were trembling. ‘We asked you to attend the trial, yet here you are sending us three caskets? Not to mention that they are all of such low quality? Who do you even want to place inside anyway?’ Agnes was so angry that she started huffing heavily, her eyes filled with fury. “You… You all are being ridiculous!” She lunged over and kicked on the casket harshly. However, the quality of the wood was just too poor. Agnes managed to break the boards, her entire heel stuck in between. The fragments on the board penetrated her skin, making her clench her teeth from the pain. In the end, another member of their family had to help spread the board open for her to get out. Just as he was doing so, he managed to catch a glimpse of what lay inside of the casket. He immediately screamed in fear as soon as he noticed a pair of dead, cold eyes staring right back at him. “There… There’s someone in there!” the man yelled. “What?” “Someone’s in the casket? Who is it?” Snow immediately rushed over and opened the lid of the casket. Her eyes widened slightly. It was her godsister, Sister Flora! At that moment, her eyes were painted in a light shade of blood red as her head drowned in rage drowned infinitely. Flora was one of her best allies, far more powerful and skilled than The Shredder as well. The current martial arts world had glorified Grandmasters as though they were the absolute rank a martial artist could ever achieve. This made it seem like there were no more than ten grandmasters within America. In reality, this was just what was known to the public. Although there really weren’t many Grandmasters in the country, people of these ranks weren’t considered rare, especially within ancient clans. Grandmasters weren’t exactly as powerful as some claimed. Innate Martial Honor was an even higher rank than a Grandmaster. Hence those who could achieve that were the real masters. However, within the Blood Cult, Innate Martial Honor wasn’t the strongest either. This was because they had strayed onto a way different path compared to that demonic cultivation, one that was considered a different type of cultivation. Flora, a demonic cultivator that had achieved Divine Transcendence, was also Snow’s right hand woman. She was one of the vanguards of the mortal realm. Yet this vanguard died. All Snow wanted to do was to scream her heart out and kill everyone here. She calmed herself almost immediately, the blood-red in her eyes vanishing as well. ‘Lord Commander of Department Six is here. He’s a true master, but no one knows just how powerful he is. I heard he’s achieved extremely high ranks. So I’m not sure if I can pull this off even though I’ve formed a proper demonic core…’ Her original plan could not fail. Even if her children had died, their deaths were nothing compared to the revival of the Blood Cult. She knew she had to endure this silently. Just then, Quentin walked over as well. As soon as he saw Flora’s corpse, he was shocked and enraged. He pointed a finger towards Alex and yelled. “You’re insane! You madman! You monster! How dare you kill a nun? You’re too cruel! If you wanted to kill our family, you could ’ve come for me instead! Why did you go for a nun, for god’s sake?!” Extremely heartbroken. He wasn’t putting up an act at all. That was because Flora was not just any ordinary bodyguard to him, but his mistress. He had had sex with Flora a long time ago, behind Snow’s back nonetheless. However, he had no idea that this was part of Snow’s plan as well. Snow was the one who told her to sleep with her own husband. This governor in Michigan was a key chess piece in their scheme to revive the cult. By having him sleep with Flora, he would regret his actions, thereby providing Snow a bigger advantage when he manipulated and used him.