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Looking at the collapse, Duncan waved his hand, sending all the broken chunks of cement flying. "Hurry

up..."

Darius and Mikael quickly escorted the founding figure into a bulletproof car. The chauffeur floored the gas pedal and shot out even before the door completely closed.

The huge concrete slab crashed down right where the car had been parked, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

Boris looked at Peter's flesh amidst the ruins, his brows furrowing together. "The fact that Peter and Wilson were killed in less than three minutes means they were facing at least two peak Mystique Loyalty Realm experts!" Black Gem pointed southwest. "They went that way!"

Duncan's eyes lit up with excitement. "I sensed Nash's aura. He must be coming over."

Boris' gaze darkened. "Nash?"Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Duncan nodded. "It's no mistake. I'm very familiar with his aura."

Black Gem's eyes narrowed. "It's only been a short while yet he has already reached the peak stage?"

Nash had just broken through to the Mystique Loyalty Realm two months ago and killed The Swordsman. Now, two months later, he was at the peak of the realm. The speed of his cultivation was truly monstrous. Duncan licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, Peter. I'll avenge you!"

Saying that. he turned into a blur and soared into the air.

"Since Nash has come looking for trouble, let's kill him," Boris said solemnly.

With that, he also vanished on the spot.

Black Gem turned to White Gem and asked, "What do you think?"

She narrowed his eyes and replied, "I suspect there's deception involved."

"Regardless of whether there's deception or not, Nash must not be allowed to live. His cultivation speed is too terrifying!" Black Gem said after some thought.

White Gem nodded. "Then let's kill him."

In the next moment, the group transformed into streaks of light and hurried southwest.

...

Duncan had left behind a peak Mystique Loyalty Realm expert from the Aoen Sect and over 20 Profound Reality Realm experts with the Roche family.

Currently, there was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his 40s in the living room. He was dressed in tight black clothes. He was looking at a girl who was kneeling before him with a sinister smile playing on his tips.

"Little girl, your grandfather wouldn't want your family to be harmed, would he? Serve me. Do it well and I'll spare your grandfather as well as the rest!"

Dalia was trembling. She dared not disobey. Biting her lip, she stood up and slowly approached the middle-aged man.

Anger filled Darcus and he roared, "W-What are you doing?! We already surrendered. You can't harm my granddaughter!"

The middle-aged man slapped Darcus across the face from a distance, his voice cold as he said, "What right does a prisoner have to speak?" "Don't hit my grandfather..."

Dalia quickly rushed to the couch, tears streaming down her face. "Please don't hurt him."

The middle-aged man looked at Dalia's trembling figure and smiled evilly. "Serve me well and I won't harm your family!"

His words made Dalia's face turn pale, and her tears flowed even more fiercely now.

"You beast! She's only 16! She's just a child!" Darcus roared.

The middle-aged man flicked his fingers and sent a burst of energy toward Darcus, which was intended to end his life. Suddenly, Battlestar appeared in front of Darcus, his fist dispersing the burst of energy.

The middle-aged man's gaze turned cold. "Do you want to die?"

"Where's the Gold Faction?" Battlestar boomed.

"Here!" shouted the Gold Faction members outside in unison.

"Kill them. Show no mercy," Battlestar's voice rang out like a bell as it spread to every corner of the Roche residence.

The members of the Gold Faction instantly shattered the walls and gates of the villa and stormed in. Outside, over 20 disciples from the Aoen Sect rose in resistance.

Despite their cultivation levels

ranging from the great-grandmaster

level to the Profound Reality Realm, the 36 Heavenly Stems of the Gold Faction were not to be

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underestimated. Battle cries outside shook the ground as violent energy cracked the earth.

The middle-aged man sneered. "Are you sure you lot want to fight?"