"Mr. Hummer! Something terrible has happened!" Fletcher suddenly rushed i
n, stumbling in his steps. His
disheveled and panicked appearance looked extremely out of place.
"What's with the commotion?" Joshua's expression turned cold, and he appe
ared upset. "Speak up. What's
wrong?"
"D–
Dustin is out here on a killing spree!" Fletcher reported in a whisper.
"Oh?" Joshua raised an eyebrow. "He dares barge in here despite knowing i
t's the lion's den? Is this kiddo really that brave?"
"What do we do now, Mr. Hummer?" Fletcher asked anxiously.
"What do you mean? Get Darkwrath and Lightwrath to kill him. Don't let hi
m interrupt our party." Joshua waved
him away.
"Mr. Hummer he's already killed them both!" Fletcher was somber.
"Huh?" Joshua frowned. "When Darkwrath and Lightwrath join forces, even J
udge would need to exert his full
strength. Is this kiddo that skilled?"
"It would have
been great if they joined forces, but they were too arrogant
and gave him a chance to defeat
them," Fletcher sounded helpless.
"Those fools! What useless trash!" Joshua was displeased. He was upset to
have to expend extra effort on an
ant that was supposed to be easily squashed.
In the midst of their conversation, the huge doors to the villa were kick
ed open with a deafening crash. A tall figure strode in with a murderous
look.
"Listen up, Hummers. I'm giving you three minutes. Let her go immediately
. Otherwise, nobody is leaving this place alive." Dustin scanned his surr
oundings, his voice cold.
The hall exploded in a frenzy when they heard him.
"Who is this punk? How dare he make a scene at the Hummers"? Doesn't he v
alue his life?"
"If you don't want to die, scram right now. Otherwise, your end will be n
ear!"
"Fuck! Who is this punk? He's so wild."
Everyone present whispered and pointed in righteous indignation.
"Everyone, please calm down. I'll handle it."
Joshua walked slowly to the center, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Y
ou must be Dustin. Kneel and apologize to my honored guests tonight, and
I might spare your life."
"Who do you think you are? You're not worthy for me to kneel before you,"
Dustin responded coldly.
Joshua's expression turned dark. "Kiddo, do you know who you're talking t
o? Do you think you can act recklessly here just because you defeated Dar
kwrath and Lightwrath? Let me tell you, those two are just like
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you, mere ants in my eyes."
"You have two minutes left." Dustin was stone–faced.
Joshua chuckled, "I'll give it to you. You're fearless for someone nearin
g death." With a sneer, he ordered. Judge, I'll leave this person to you.
Deal with him cleanly. I don't want blood to stain the floor."
"No problem!"
–
Right then, a middle–aged man in a long robe suddenly leaped
wn from the second floor. He had a tall stature and wore a mask. He held
a relatively short, steel spear in his hand, exuding a chilling air aroun
d him.
"Damn! Isn't that Judge, who is ranked third on the Hundred Immortals? I
can't believe he's here!"
"With Judge here, there is no escape. This punk is dead for sure!"
After the long–
robed man appeared, the hall erupted in another frenzy. Judge had a well–
known reputation to his name, and his sudden appearance was bound to brin
g forth a torrent of bloodshed.
"Dustin! We're here to assist you!" At this moment. Isfrid and a few inju
red shadow guards staggered into the
room.
"You won't be of any help. Go wait at the side," Dustin remarked flatly.
Isfrid frowned after hearing him. It was the first time in her life being
shunned as such.
"Even though we're not as skilled as you are, we still have our merits. I
t would be advantageous to have more numbers," she said with a resolute e
xpression.
"Suit yourselves. Just don't stand in my way." Dustin couldn't care less.
"You" She pursed her lips. As an
exceptional female fighter, she'd never experienced such blatant
disregard. No matter what, she was determined to showcase her full streng
th, to prove to the person before her that women were as formidable as me
n.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she glanced ahead and noticed Judge
standing right in the center. She
froze on the spot.
"What's going on? Why
is Judge here? Did the Hummers invite bystanders to the fray?" Isfrid was
secretly apprehensive and worried at the same time.
With the warrior ranked third among The Hundred Immortals here, they were
going to suffer an immeasurable loss. That was because Judge's skills fa
r surpassed those of Darkwrath and Lightwrath–they weren't even on
the same plane.
This screamed trouble!