The shock of Ethan Smith's words left everyone momentarily speechless.
Kill everyone? How is that possible?
After all, there were ten Grandmasters present! And countless Masters!
A mere Inner Strength Master dared to speak so arrogantly?
"Ethan Smith, it seems you've become rather conceited," Dirk Buchanan sneered.
"He's just comforting himself."
"Perhaps it's because he's gained some confidence lately."
A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Melvin Blair's mouth.
He laughed with a wide grin and said, "If I kill you, Dexter Blair might even reward me... Ethan Smith, oh Ethan Smith, you've brought me quite a surprise."
"Too bad you won't get the chance," Ethan Smith replied with a cold smile.
Without wasting any more words, Melvin moved back a step and coldly commanded, "Everyone, kill this Ethan Smith!"
As his words fell, murderous spirit began to flare up around everyone.
