The Pinnacle Of Life

The masked people froze. Since they were wearing masks, nobody could tell what their expressions were at the time.

Flora’s bloody eyes squinted, and she smiled with bloodthirst. “So it looks like all of you are prepared for death. Clever. How about this? Since you guys are so cooperative, I’ll let you die swiftly, and I won’t chop your body up. I’d even dig a hole to bury your bodies too.”

“Good thinking! By that time, the hole should be enough to bury the three of you!”

At that time, an old man stood up abruptly. It was Keith. After knowing that the Rockefellers were in trouble, he rushed over to provide some help.

A hot tempered half-stepped grandmaster huffed at Keith’s words. “Do you want to die first, old man? Fine, I’ll grant you your wish. I’ll make sure that you’d be so crushed that you don’t deserve to be buried!”

After saying this, the half-stepped grandmaster immediately launched an attack. With this, he revealed his strength as a half-stepped grandmaster, lunging toward the crowd.

“Hold on!” Flora voiced out.

Seemingly obedient to Sister Flora, the half-stepped grandmaster stopped his attack.

She stared at the people in front of her and asked, “Who’s Brittany Rockefeller?”

“I am!” Brittany replied.

son has made a grave mistake. I suppose you already know that, right? That’s why anyone who’s even remotely related to your son must be beheaded and presented as a sacrifice to the person he killed. So tell me,

actually trying to behead anyone remotely related to

have to cut off more than tens of

So, do you dare to behead me?” A gorgeous woman walked into the hall. Donning a long, white dress and a pair of white stilettos,

Aunt Rockefeller. She had arrived ages ago but had to use the restroom

you’re Alex Rockefeller’s aunt? Alright, I’ll count

his future wife, so do I count?” Waltz

“His fiancé definitely counts.”

his sister, do I

“Yep!”

say that she was his future wife, but there were just too many people around here, and she couldn’t bring herself

why everyone here needed to be

we killing them or not?” The hot tempered half-stepped grandmaster

many of them, so I don’t think we can bring all of them back. After we

I love carrying

he said that a red glow flashed through his neck. His head looked as if it was a building block that was misplaced, toppling down his shoulders and rolling on the floor multiple

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