"Young Prince, is it this guy?"
A tall young man next to Jack Huxley looked at Marshall Morgan with hostility.
"It's definitely him. I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash," Jack Huxley said through clenched teeth.
"Hehe, Young Prince, how do you want me to teach him a lesson? Just tell me how you want him to end up, and I'll make it happen!"
Shane Cheney stepped forward a few steps, looking at Marshall Morgan with a teasing expression.
"Do as you see fit. Break his limbs first; the rest is up to you!"
Jack Huxley said in a deep voice.
"Fine, I'll beat him so bad his own mother won't recognize him."
Shane Cheney sneered, his body exuding a powerful aura.
The Peak of Great Martial Master Fourth Realm.
Marshall Morgan's lips curled into a faint sneer. Just the peak of Great Martial Master Fourth Realm and he dares to be so arrogant.
"Shane Cheney, this is Astral Hall. Don't cause trouble here!"
Pearl Moore stepped forward with a solemn expression.
