"Since you know I am a disciple of the Zenith Sword Sect, kneel down and apologize."
The young man shouted.
"What an idiot!"
Marshall Morgan was speechless.
Is the entire Zenith Sword Sect filled with such people? Since Marshall knew he was a disciple of the Zenith Sword Sect and still dared to make a move, it was obvious he wasn't afraid of them at all. Yet this guy asked Marshall to kneel and apologize—what an idiot!
Marshall's figure flickered as he emerged from the pile of chaotic rocks.
At this moment, several figures rushed over quickly.
All of them were young men, and further away, five other youths surrounded over a dozen loose cultivators and ordinary people who were picking Blazefire Stones here.
"Junior Brother Hawthorne, what's going on?"
One of them, rushing over, asked.
"Senior Brother, this little bastard actually dared to ambush me. You must cripple him for me,"
shouted the young man from before.
