Chapter 162: Worthless Trash!

"Wyvern Guards, are you still not moving?" "If you don't step in, we can't hold him!" Allan Dalton's silhouette kept closing in. The lead black-clad man barked the order, his voice sharp enough to cut. The moment the words fell, a set of footsteps rose outside Tenebrae Residence, perfectly synchronized and heavy with authority. A group strode in with predatory poise, eyes like hunting beasts, every step brimming with menace. Twenty Grandmaster Realm martial artists! Ten Supreme Grandmasters! Three...