Bang!
The door to the Cloudy-Water Pavilion's lobby slammed shut.
The Martial Artists' hearts suddenly raced!
A battle of certain death!
The chances of survival, one in ten thousand!
"Julius Reed! You killed my comrades and harmed their families! You dare call yourself a lord! I didn't expect you to be such a beast!" Vinnie Somerset stood behind the Martial Artists, his eyes constantly surveying.
Where did Devlin and Lin Zhan go?
Beside him were only ten warriors of the Undead Tribe.
Vinnie Somerset had witnessed firsthand that those warriors of the Undead Tribe could be killed too!
For a moment, his heart inexplicably panicked.
"Lord, apologies for the late welcome!"
Just then, Emperor Charlotte Grey pushed open the door and walked in from behind Julius Reed, a smile on his face: "Last time, our battle was not satisfying enough!"
"Pity, I didn't keep that sword." Julius Reed's eyes glanced at the sword at Emperor Charlotte Grey's waist.
