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Whoosh!
A streak of fire burst from Saint Heir's fingertips, racing straight towards Truman Ridge!
The fire dragon let out a furious roar, nearly incinerating everything in its path.
But at that moment, all the swordsmen in green robes sprang into action, their sword blades slashing through the flames, causing the fiery serpent to dissipate instantly.
"Stop!"
Just then, the Ridge Family steward arrived with dozens of people from a distance.
All these people were members of the Boulevard League, originally waiting at the Leopold Family villa for the Saint Heir, but suddenly received word that he had arrived at the Ridge Family's doorstep.
How could this be allowed to happen?
The steward immediately gathered everyone urgently and sped over in cars.
"Master, what on earth are you trying to do?" The steward was shocked to see Truman Ridge himself standing at the gate.
This was definitely a fight that had broken out without so much as a word.
