Brecken James's face was the color of iron, as if he had been viciously slapped.
Four or five Golden Core, three Nascent Soul, and yet they couldn't stop Carson Flores, a single man with a sword? He had actually broken through everyone in the blink of an eye and snatched Marcellus Foster back from his grasp?
The other party was merely in the Golden Core Realm!
What a tremendous humiliation!
Not just Brecken James, but the faces around him were almost all the same; after all, they had just made ruthless threats, waiting to see Carson Flores's joke, only for Carson Flores to turn the tables and breach their defenses, turning them into the biggest joke of all.
This slap was indeed resounding.
Brecken James was burning with rage, his eyes deadly fixed on Carson Flores, "You're just standing by his side, thinking you can save him and leave? You're far from being able to."
Carson Flores sighed, "Can we not harm the harmony and just stop here?"
