The massive tent flap was lifted, and a group of people filed in.
Carson Flores abruptly stood up, watching the group that barged in with guarded eyes.
Even though he already knew what this was about, the act still had to be played.
Among this group were several Barbarian Tribe members as burly as iron towers, including Balete, whom Carson Flores had met before; then came Garlan Parrish, his face dark and gloomy, and several other Demon Race powerhouses from other Sects.
"Sect Master, this is?"
Garlan Parrish kept his face grim and didn't speak, but Balete beside him couldn't hold back.
His hatred for Carson Flores ran bone-deep!
Not only had he personally suffered a huge loss at Carson Flores' hands, but the final great battle had also ended in the Barbarian Tribe's defeat because of Carson Flores.
"Carson Flores, right? Because of your despicable tricks, the Barbarian King's grandson died in the Bloodkill Match. You'd better give us an explanation for this!"
