Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 963

Several disciples heard the commotion and rushed to the entrance. Every single one of them was shocked by the scene playing before them!

This man was so brutal!

What kind of grudge did he have against them to beat their comrades so severely?

“Well? Why don’t you small fries call your leader for help, huh? I’m here to challenge you!” Blake declared proudly.

“Such audacity! How dare a person like you provoke the Templar Valor! Everyone, we should just attack him right now! We have to avenge our brothers!” A woman dressed in purple martial attire commanded a few fellow disciples to surround Blake and Magnus.

The woman appeared to be in her twenties. Although she didn’t look like an outstanding beauty, the air of authority surrounding her suggested that she had the highest rank among these people!

“A group of worthless individuals can only amount to a pile of trash! Are you all so foolish to think that ants like you could stop me?” Blake snarked as he continued to effortlessly deal with multiple opponents at the same time.

Magnus stood behind him, evading some attacks. Meanwhile, Blake had already severely injured seven men during the time he was languidly adjusting his glasses.

Suddenly, the woman in purple took advantage of the situation and finally made her move, targeting Blake’s vulnerable spot!!

“Got you!”

Her eyes gleamed with victory when her blow struck true. She was going to avenge her fellow disciples! Yet, it felt as though she was hitting solid steel. As a result, her palms went numb in that very split second!

pity. So, why did you come courting death? Is it because I’ve been too nice

around, his blood-red eyes terrifying the

a dear and summon your leader. Otherwise, I’ll just treat this as an invitation to spank your behind!” He waved

shouted and used her Templar Heaven Seal against

the outcome remained the

attacks without flinching. Meanwhile, her palms had started swelling due to the force of her blows!

disciplined! I guess two slaps

Blake wasted no time slapping her twice on het buttock, just as

Smack! Smack!

of anger and hatred. It was as if she

you’re displaying is quite impressive, hehe!”

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he was doing was wrong, he still found himself enjoying the

fight at the entrance quickly attracted more disciples from the Templar Valor to check things out.

87%.

your reputation as the Great Demon King is not fearsome enough. They aren’t afraid of

much time fighting at the entrance. Suddenly, his eyes turned cold as he lifted his foot, stomping on the head of a disciple sprawled on