This sound, like rolling Heavenly Thunder, made Lazaro Ellsworth and Atticus Ellsworth stop their actions.
A moment later.
Four figures arrived through the air, landing beside Julius Reed.
The four were standing on the hilts of four swords that had been thrust into the ground, their expressions cold.
"We want the person."
"Lowell Tennyson?"
Lazaro Ellsworth looked at the four arrogant figures before him and asked aloud.
He had been fighting vigorously but was interrupted by these intruders, which irritated him.
However, if these newcomers were actually disciples of Lowell Tennyson, Lazaro Ellsworth could not act rashly.
Lowell Tennyson!
Among countless sects, it was known as the purest school of Sword Dao.
Their swordsmanship was unmatched in the world!
For thousands of years, many masters of Sword Dao had come from there.
Disciples of Lowell Tennyson had not only dominated with cold weapons in ancient times but also stood supreme even in this era!
