"You little bastard, stop right there!" the elder roared. On one side, gunfire was holding back his movements and speed, while on the other, the small fry who he considered insignificant constantly threw chairs and tables to obstruct him, continuing to provoke him.
For a proud elder who was a Heavenly Level master, this was an enormous insult.
He was a Heavenly Level master, yet he couldn't even handle such a small bastard, and all this time he had found no solution. How embarrassing would it be to admit this?
He wondered how the young master was faring over there. But with another Heavenly Level expert guarding him, there probably shouldn't be any problem, right?
The elder couldn't help but glance in that direction, and suddenly his eyes were about to burst from rage.
Because over there, a group of people was closing in.
