Cherished By Seven Sisters novel Chapter 903

Chapter 903 Take Charge In His Stead 

Though I am not part of the Sword King Sect, I once stood toe to toe with Talon, as rivals, and also as mutual respecters and friends. The Sword King Sect is the legacy left behind by Talon. Seeing it being desecrated like this pains me deeply. Since he’s absent, I’ll take charge in his stead.” 

Alexander’s words were firm, his expression growing colder with each passing moment. Finally, he fixed his gaze upon Emrys, sternly questioning, “Tigger, do you have anything to say now?” 

“I don’t have much to say. I just find it amusing.” 

“Amusing?” 

“Absolutely, I’m just astounded by your antics. If you want to kill me, just say it plainly. No need for all this pointless chatter to mask your pettiness.” 

“What did you say?” 

Alexander’s expression darkened instantly. 

Countless disciples of the Sword Sect surrounding them also voiced their anger, shouting, “How dare this arrogant fellow speak so insolently to Old Mr. Youngblood! He deserves to die!” 

How dare he insult Old Mr. Youngblood as a worthless old man? Does he truly wish for his demise to come swiftly? 

“Ha!” 

Emrys chuckled coldly. “Since you all seem so eager to justify your murderous intentions, let’s discuss it today. Are you killing me for the sake of the Sword King Sect, or simply because of your own pettiness?” 

“Are you accusing me of being narrow–minded?” 

Alexander narrowed his eyes dangerously. 

People were most afraid of having their faults pointed out to their faces. 

Just like a fairly attractive woman, if you called her ugly, she’d just laugh it off, thinking you were joking. But if you called a truly ugly woman ugly, she’d immediately get angry, proving your point. 

Alexander was no different. 

If he truly had an open mind, he wouldn’t care about Emrys‘ words. But after Emrys spoke, 

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Chapter 903 Take Charge In His Stead 

he couldn’t hide his displeasure and grunted coldly, “If you can’t give a proper explanation today, I’ll tear you to pieces in front of everyone!” 

Pettiness was his sensitive spot. The more it was mentioned, the more agitated he became. 

Alexander snorted icily, his gaze turned extremely chilly. However, the killing intent that had just surfaced temporarily receded. 

Emrys was exceptionally adept at reading people, especially in psychological warfare. 

When he uttered the phrase “pettiness,” he anticipated that this old man wouldn’t immediately resort to violence because once he did, there would be a sense of guilt associated with killing to silence him. 

People like Alexander, who considered themselves noble, liked to maintain a façade of righteousness. Even if they had enough strength to kill, they would give themselves a moral excuse before doing so. 

Emrys had hit the mark precisely. 

The disciples of the Sword Sect around them were filled with righteous indignation, emboldened by Alexander’s support. They shouted louder, “That’s right, you rogue Tigger! If you can’t explain yourself, we’ll drown you in spit!”