Looking at the naked Martial Saints, the people around them couldn't help but laugh quietly.
"Little bastard, you won't die a good death!" One of the Martial Saints yelled angrily.
Ethan Smith glared at him and said, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll make you eat shit, believe it or not?"
The Martial Saint immediately shut up and didn't dare to say another word.
He had no doubt that Ethan Smith could indeed do such a thing.
Having dealt with the two Martial Saints, Ethan Smith was ready to get down to business.
He quickly walked up to Daphne Green and asked, "How's it going? Did you get the herbs?"
Daphne Green nodded slightly and handed Ethan Smith a ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herb.
"Just this one," Daphne Green said.
Ethan Smith took the herb and nodded, "Thank you, Miss Green."
Daphne Green smiled, "No need to be polite. I'm curious, how did you do that?"
Ethan Smith said solemnly, "Because their strengths were all suppressed, yours included."
