Chapter 1195

Aloysius was much calmer. Although the black-robed man was holding a knife against Orlando's throat, he didn't seem overly flustered.

He looked calmly at the man and said, "I'm guessing that you have a grudge against Sebastian, too. Since we have the same goal, why don't we sit down and have a cup of hot tea?"

Jeffrey nodded approvingly at Aloysius. He put his knife away and strode toward the sofa opposite the Gullivers, where he sat down.

"I guess it's true that experience counts for something. I'll get straight to the point. I'm from the Sanguis Cult. I believe you've heard of us, Mr. Gulliver Senior."

Even Aloysius gasped at what Jeffrey had said.

The Sanguis Cult was even more terrifying than the Slaughter Gods.

If the Slaughter Gods were just an organization of murderers, then the Sanguis Cult could be said to be one of the newest, most evil martial arts sects that had popped up in the past couple of years. It was rumored to have accepted experts from all kinds of sects fro