Andrew didn't rush to make a move.
Instead, he stood in place.
This was to express dissatisfaction.
Pendleton's experts likewise had no plans to act.
The Percival Family's martial masters were killed in succession, suffering heavy losses.
Every time a person dies, Darrell Percival has to pay quite a sum of money.
If this continues, his martial hall will face the dilemma of having no martial masters.
And the financial losses will be even greater!
"Brother Andrew, please take action!"
Darrell Percival was truly panicked.
"Hmph." Andrew snorted coldly, his whole body soared into the air!
Swish!
The spear swept across, and within a few moves, all the assassins were killed.
Only corpses were left on the ground.
"Too powerful." Darrell Percival looked at Andrew, somewhat dazed.
With such a master helping, can enemies still survive?
But suddenly!
A group of people appeared again outside the wall!
