“If you have bravery, show it off. Since you came here until now, you haven't said a word. Actually, you're afraid that if you say too much, you'll make too many mistakes and reveal your true colors?" Many people agree with the young man in the a long-sleeved shirt. “You guys…” Quincy was annoyed. Even though he didn't understand Ethan's personality, if Ethan's strength made him angry, no one here would be his opponent. If Ethan acts cruelly, these people will all die. But whether they die or not has nothing to do with Quincy, and nothing to do with the Wind family. I'm afraid that because of these people, Ethan will be upset with the Wind family, so he will lose more than he will gain. But before he could finish his sentence, Ethan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. “Are you sure you want me to take action?” It was as if Ethan had only now regained his composure and said this. It was as if Ethan was probing and even had strange intentions. Ethan hasn't said

Others don't know, but they clearly saw Ethan take action. The kind of attack where just one quick move can cause a person to faint, even if this group of people are eighth-level martial artists, they are absolutely no match for Ethan. “Oh, isn't this the dog guarding the door downstairs? What, your Twilight Serenity staff wants to take action on us, right?” A strong man with a bearded face stood forward. At this moment, his body was filled with fiery energy. He displayed all the strength of an eighth-level peak martial artist. Just one step away from entering the ninth floor. “Really strong.” Everyone was extremely surprised. Only the supervisor downstairs did not show anger, but his face turned serious and then he warned: "I advise you to follow the rules. If you want to fight, do it yourself, don't bother people who shouldn't be bothered." “Shouldn't you bother?” Hearing that, the bearded man pointed at Quincy and said: "Is the person you mentioned the future head of the Wind

Kevin nodded slightly and continued: "It's reasonable to respect your feelings. I can spare your lives once, but after all, just now you wanted to harm my distinguished guests, so, The sin of death can be forgiven, but the sin of life is difficult to forgive.” “Now, you all kneel down for me, kowtow to my guests a few times and apologize. If he lets it go, this matter is over. In short, you guys kneel until he says to forgive you, then you can stand up." Kevin spoke sentence by sentence. His voice was not serious but very calm, as if he were talking normally, but also very similar to the way someone in power speaks. His words are as solid as nails, his power is like a decree, others are forced to follow! But in the ears of the people around, it makes them angry! “Do you motherfucker want to die?!” "You've lived so long, you've met many talented people, but almost only people have to kneel in front of you. There's no way you have to kneel!" “This is too extravagant, there is no r

As for the eighth-level martial artists, they dare not speak about other aspects, but they still know this aspect implicitly. Everyone secretly looks for familiar people to avoid. Those who have a good relationship will quietly go find the others and remind them. If someone has a bad relationship, you have to wait and see what their good game is. We haven't discussed where the eighth floor warriors will end up going. On Ethan's side, after the eighth floor fighters left, Kevin looked at Ethan, the corner of his mouth raised into a smile. But Ethan looked at his smile and felt extremely annoyed. People who don't know Kevin will probably be fascinated by his false warm image. Just a little deeper contact is enough to realize that Kevin looks warm but is actually an extremely cruel person. Vo Minh's Thien-named assassin is not an empty name. “Young Master Alexander, it's hard to calm down, let's talk about old things, shall we?” In fact, Ethan also knew that there was nothing old

Just a second later, the man in the black cloak did not retreat but continued straight forward, a cold and fierce smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and rushed forward to fight. At that moment, although the two sides had not yet fought each other, the situation was already in favor of the black cloaked man. There's no need to compete, it's clearly unilateral torture. The man in the black robe did not dodge anything when both sides performed punches and kicks, he used his fists of flesh and blood to deal with that stick made of steel, and damn it, that's it. It's great that he won, it looked like what he was facing was a plastic stick. The Monk screamed bitterly, not having the slightest strength to fight back, he could only watch as the black cloaked man slowly passed through the steel bar line that he had always been proud of, his fist. Just keep stabbing straight towards me. He didn't even have a spare moment to regret. After only a few breaths, that punch punched straight