Chapter 50: Trade
The entire antechamber was now flooded with dead silence
No one had seen him move.
Not Vargas. Not Byron. Not even the two Level 9 elders of the Ironpeak Sect.
Drask and Vespera's faces warped in incomparable ugliness.
For God's sake, Valerius was supposed to be the absolute strongest of the young generation!
But first, their precious young master was humiliatingly frozen by a girl who was merely at the Essence Awakening Realm, and now, he was caught by another brat like a pathetic chick!
After a brief silence, came a deafening roar.
"Let him go!" Drask barked, his face contorting in extreme fury.
BOOM!
The four peak Essence Condensation experts—Vargas, Byron, Vespera, and Drask—simultaneously detonated their auras.
Behind them, the remaining thirty elites of the Ironpeak and Barlowe alliance also unleashed their full cultivation.
A wave of essence surged forward like a raging tsunami, intending to completely crush Rhain into meat paste.
