"Who dares to be so brazen in front of Thunderpeak Hall!"
Brysen Beaumont fiercely threw off his coat, revealing a white undershirt beneath.
His hand also reached for the pig-slaughtering knife at his waist.
Killing intent was sharp as ice!
Whirl!
Outside the colorful steel house, a crowd of Thunderpeak Hall disciples rushed in, encircling the elder.
Meanwhile, Granny Xihua stood in front of the throne, watching coldly from the sidelines.
Thunderpeak Hall's movements were mysterious, and this place was a desolate mountain.
Even Julius Reed had been unable to locate their trail.
How then did the elder before them manage to find them?
It was known that in the surrounding five kilometers, Thunderpeak Hall had already set up both visible and hidden sentries.
There were also various infrared sensors.
Should any danger arise, the disciples responsible for surveillance could detect it at the first moment.
Mysterious!
Everything was far too mysterious!
