Marshall Morgan walked through the forest, suddenly sensing something, whispering: "Such persistent hauntings, but perfect timing!"
Swish! Swish!...
At this moment, the sounds of breaking through the air echoed all around, and in the next moment, figures appeared in front of, behind, and to the left of Morgan.
In front were Miles West and Mason West, behind were four from the Thorne Clan.
Apart from that young Martial Master, there were three other youths.
On the left was a young man in fine clothes, with an extremely strong aura and also an expert in the Martial Master Realm.
On all sides, they spread out into a circle upon seeing Morgan, encircling him in the center.
Three in the Martial Master First Realm, three in the Warrior Ninth Realm.
As for Mason West, he could be ignored.
"Marshall Morgan, this time, where do you flee?"
Mason West glared viciously at Morgan.
Morgan smiled, casually glanced at Mason West: "You trash, if you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!"
