"They've all had the wine poured by Walter Simmons..."
The two young men's eyes suddenly brightened.
Smash!
At that moment, they saw Walter Simmons dropping his wine glass, shattering it on the ground.
"Walter Simmons, how can you be so careless?"
Tiggi Field shook his head and laughed.
"Hm?"
Just then, Wyatt Barnes' face changed, his powerful spiritual power vaguely sensed a hint of danger.
"Wyatt Barnes, be careful!"
Remi Sinclair, seated opposite Wyatt Barnes, as if seeing something, his pupils shrank, his face changed drastically, and he shouted.
Whiz! Whiz!
Two blades flashing with cold light, three feet long, hurled from the hands of two unfamiliar young men directly towards Wyatt Barnes.
The sharp sword light, stirred up shrieking sounds, and swept towards Wyatt Barnes' back...
Above the heads of the two young men, twelve ancient mammoth phantoms each were looming!
Two martial arts masters of the Condensed Pill Realm Ninth-Order!
"Presumptuous!"
