The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 102

Jacob looked at the leader of the Cruor Sect and the few graceful and beautiful young female followers and shook his head. "It is not enough."

Not enough?

The Son of Cruor blinked bewilderedly, and his pale face suddenly flushed with fury. "You have no right oppressing people like this!"

Snap! Gerald broke a long sword with his bare hands.

Son of Cruor glanced at Gerald in shock.

That long sword was named Snow Blade and was precious to the head of the Protector Elders. It was extremely tough. It could cut through steel easily, and blood could not stain it.

Furthermore, thirty years ago, the Protector Elder killed thousands of people to obtain Divine Iron and created this magical sword.

Snow Blade had killed numerous lives. Yet, Gerald had snapped it without much effort.


Son of Cruor considered his strength and knew he could never break Snow Blade that easily.

Thus, the Son of Cruor had no choice but to humble himself. "What would you like? Is it money, beautiful ladies, or the Cruor Sect's secrets?"

I need to escape this alive. Since those old fools are no longer around to restrict me, I can easily train in the ancient secrets of the Cruor Sect and master the Cruor Techniques to the highest level. Then, I alone shall be the most feared. After that, revenge will be a piece of cake.

As the Son of Cruor was still scheming, Jacob raised an eyebrow and said sternly, "I want your life."

Tap, tap.

Gerald and the four Dragon Guardians stepped forward intimidatingly. The wind howled as they moved, and suffocating energy filled the place.

After a moment of silence, the Son of Cruor looked up with a vicious glare. "You give me no choice!"

After saying that, he turned around and slapped a few times, killing all his female followers, including his favorite, Lana Sparrow.

In an instant, a chilling wind appeared before the Cruor Temple as sinister energy rose from the dead female followers. The Son of Cruor looked crazed as he slapped his own chest.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood and mixed it with the sinister energy of the dead female followers.

In the next second, a bullet-sized blood-red pearl floated a few meters in the air.

Swoosh!

One of the Dragon Guardians shot an arrow. The Son of Cruor's face flushed as he spat out a wave of bloody gas.
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