The combined strength of four Senior Grandmasters and a regular Grandmaster wasn’t something to be underestimated.
As four swords were thrust in Fabian’s direction, Tristan supported them by shooting countless flashes of light with a wave of his fan.
At that moment, everyone unleashed their ultimate techniques. Even Tristan fired out the concealed weapons he had prepared for life and death situations.
“Hmph!” Fabian snorted.
With a wave of his hand, he grabbed the four swords belonging to the elders and broke them in half. After that, he sent them flying back with another wave of his hand.
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