All Chapters of Last Man Standing: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

"Your Shadow Sect has gone too far!" Quiller bellowed."District governors, Master Howard's been in Mendorra lately. Maybe we should ask him to come over, have a talk, and hear what he has to say..." Hardin suggested, taking a deep breath and turning to Quiller.He did not want that to escalate into a showdown with the Shadow Sect.For one thing, he was convinced that Quispe was being framed. He had known Quispe for years, worked with him, and knew the man's true character—unbending and utterly fair, every inch the 'Black Blade' he was known as.Then there was Howard. Hardin admired the man deeply and did not want to cross him unless he had no other choice.Besides, Hardin knew if Quiller kept up with this, he would have ended up biting off more than he could chew, and they would suffer for it."We're here to work a case, not to shoot the breeze!" Quiller cut him off."But..." Hardin began, a crease forming between his brows."That's enough. This doesn't concern you. Go stand a

Boom!In an instant, an arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder, dropping to the ground as blood gushed out like a geyser."Gahh!" Gilbert's scream was blood-curdling."Master Howard, I beg your pardon for the offense caused by those beneath you. Please, be magnanimous!" Hardin, after sheathing his sword, gave a profound bow to Howard."District inspector Tacker, why did you harm me?" Gilbert cried out, gasping for air, battling his bewilderment.He just could not wrap his head around it. Why would his superior attack him when they were supposed to be going after the Shadow Sect?"Keep it up and I'll kill you too, you got that?" Hardin snapped, annoyed by his lack of fight."But why?! I..." Gilbert protested loudly."Enough, Gilbert!" Quiller barked. "District Inspector Tacker was saving your hide!"Quiller knew exactly what Hardin was up to. Chopping off Gilbert's arm was a twisted kind of rescue.If the Shadow Sect had gotten their hands on him, there was no telling what th

At 5:30 p.m., the following day.In the heart of Mendorra South Deben, a group of 12 men sat in the grand hall of a rustic farmhouse. Each was built like a tank, with a menacing scowl and an air of danger that clung to them like a second skin.They were no amateurs in strength. The least among them boasted the prowess of a martial master with peak mastery. Their leader, a towering figure nearly two meters tall, lounged on an armchair, his hand gripping a blood-stained dagger. He was a true force of nature, a martial god in the twilight of his power.Beside them, on the dusty floor, lay the farmhouse's owners, a simple-dressed man and woman, knocked out unconscious, the man bleeding from two deep gashes at his side."Lord of Ghost King, that Rackaham lady's got some looks. We've got time to kill—how about letting the boys have a little fun?" one of the brutes suggested, eyeing the woman on the ground."Business before pleasure," the Ghost King said calmly, tasting the blood on his

"Ryker, secure the courtyard gate! Let no one flee!"The Judge's voice was a low rumble as he vanished in a blur of motion."Consider it done!" Ryker's reply boomed as he and his nine Shadow Sect Elegant Uniformed Troops took their positions at the gate.The Judge's blades danced, arcs of death cutting through the air with the force of a tempest.The enemy's lesser warriors stood no chance. They were cut down before they could even scream.One by one, they fell, bodies severed by the relentless onslaught."Curse it! This is a nightmare!" The Ghost King watched in horror as his men were decimated, his roar echoing with defeat.With his broadsword gripped tightly, he sprinted toward the Judge, his presence erupting in an instant, the full extent of his martial god peak mastery prowess on display.Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!The broadsword carved arcs of chilling light through the air, striking toward the Judge with the ferocity of lightning, an unstoppable force.Meanwhile, the rem

"Lord of Ghost King, when do we strike?"After shadowing Talia for about 15 minutes, the man riding shotgun inquired."We wait for the Leader's signal," the hawk-nosed man replied, his voice heavy with authority."Lord of Ghost King, shouldn't we just grab her now and hand her off to the Leader when he shows up?" the driver suggested."Think, man!" snapped the hawk-nosed man. "We've got a whole crew in Mendorra. Both the local muscle and the Shadow Sect have got to be onto us. They're probably ready for anything."If we make a move here in broad daylight, her husband will hear about it before you can blink!"And if the Leader isn't here yet, who do you think can stand up to him? With the kind of power he wields, he'd take us down in a heartbeat!""I didn't think it through. My apologies, Lord of Ghost King," the driver said, bowing his head in respect.Suddenly, the man in the passenger seat yelled, "Watch out!"The driver slammed on the brakes instinctively, and the Audi scre