On the mountain top.
Tombsaka Aotora sneered, "So this is the so-called first arrogant of the Forest?
Old man, I thought you were a master!
Such a disappointment!"
"You..."
Filled with anger and shame, Tyrion Mallory got up ready to charge.
Tyrion, my senior brother, don't go!"
"Tyrion, that old fella is too strong, you're no match for him!"
"Little Master, don't act rashly, hurry and go!"
Several Forest disciples and Philip Pill were trying to hold back Tyrion.
Tombsaka Aotora withdrew his long spear, scoffing, "The Forest? Haha, nothing more!"
"Old thing, you dare insult our Forest!"
Tyrion, absolutely livid, was breathing heavily.
"Get lost!"
Tombsaka Aotora let out a cold shout, didn't even bother to look at Tyrion again.
"Tyrion, Brother, let's go!"
"Little Master, let's go!"
Philip Pill and the others hurriedly pulled Tyrion away, running down the mountain.
"Just an ornamental pillow!"
"I spit, don't make a fool of yourself!"
