Meanwhile, a group of men who were wielding scimitars stood behind the two men. Each of them had a defensive look on their face.
“Who the hell are you guys? How dare you insult Mr. Chance?” someone raged at the group of uninvited men.
The middle-aged men gave the person a stern look. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past, and that martial artist who spoke up earlier collapsed to the ground instantly. His eyes were still wide open, and there was a tiny slit on his throat.
The scene caused everyone to gasp in shock. Anyone who could join the Martial Alliance was the top fighters of Jazona and Nuthana. Although that person who spoke up just now had just entered the Senior Grandmaster rank, he was still a Senior Grandmaster. It was unbelievable that he was killed without having the chance to react.
“If you don’t want to die, then get lost. Tell Jared to come out and see me.” The middle-aged man swept his gaze over the crowd, his murderous aura causing everyone at the scene to be frozen to the ground.
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