The First Heir

When he saw these eight people, Cyril’s heart dropped to rock bottom. He knew that he was doomed today, but he would not give up without a fight!

“Are you here to kill me?” Cyril sneered as he asked.

Without waiting for an answer, he increased his aura to its peak and said, “I’m sorry to disappoint you. After all, I’m a disciple who just entered the sixth zone!”

A thunder-like roar echoed throughout the mountain forest. Birds and beasts scattered!

Cyril’s demeanor was no longer like a normal person at this moment and was extremely fierce.

The eight people did not waste any words with Cyril at all and just charged at him. They were disciples of the fourth and fifth zones with very strong overall combat effectiveness!

Bang, thud!

Rumble!

Instantly, the place was engulfed by the battle. Cyril wandered among the eight people and fought non-stop.

moves. Cyril was a disciple of the sixth zone, after all. His comprehension and control over the power of rules were beyond what these disciples of the fourth and fifth zones could imagine. Therefore, after several rounds of battle, Cyril gained the upper hand and

“Hahaha!”

of trash like you dares to kill me? Dream on! Did Leon Jefferson send you here? He has greatly underestimated me! Today, all

that said, Cyril

eight people also fell from proactive to

crisis, a figure suddenly walked out of the forest with rhythmic footsteps. He was tall, handsome, and imposing with his hands tucked

surged with

appeared and said with a sneer, “I didn’t

are beyond my limit of tolerance,

all. Do you really think that I’d be afraid of you?” Cyril shouted

building up for a few days exploded at this moment. He threw a punch with raging energy pressure at Philip. In his mind, the arrogant Young Patriarch Clarke would turn into ashes in

merely raised his hand

Bang!

raging energy pressure was