As soon as Isaac said those words, the man in the black cloak couldn't help but suck in a breath.
At that moment, the eight dukes on the platform looked furious.
The Brewer family was an old and formidable family. They hailed from a noble bloodline. If it were anyone else facing judgment from eight dukes at once, they would have soiled themselves in fear. Yet, this punk from Cynea was cawing arrogantly about eliminating the Brewer family.
Right then, Brock burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Isaac, you're still so arrogant and cocky. It seems like you still don't understand what judgment means in the Brewer family. Well, allow me to enlighten you."
Brock's face turned ferocious. He was so enraged that his white fangs began to extend. He pointed at Isaac and roared, "From now on, you are the common enemy of the Brewer family. The Council of Elders has given their judgment. You will bear the wrath of the Brewers!"
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