Harold pursed his lips, hurriedly saying in a respectful tone, "You're right, Robert, but we didn't have a choice. Too many of our fellow disciples have been tortured to death, and they even formed groups to rob us. We've already been forced into a corner. If we don't fight back, we'd have to just let them do whatever they want to us."

Robert narrowed his eyes as he looked at Harold. He had a hint of disdain in his voice, "What do you mean you were forced into a corner? There were clearly other things that could have been done, but you chose this. You just insist on causing us more trouble."

After he said that, Robert turned to look at the warriors from second-grade worlds, ignoring the rest of them. Chulanne's hands were trembling from all the emotion whirling in him. His initial excitement had turned into shock and frustration. Chulanne felt like he was about to be filled with so much frustration that he would explode.

What did Robert mean by those words? Was Robert blaming him for starting this fight and dragging Robert into it?Property © .

Chulanne's fists clenched tightly, and all the muscles on his body were incredibly tense as well. The wound on his chest even widened because of his heavy breathing, bleeding again. Chulanne's face was even beginning to pale from the anger.

Harold held Chulanne's wrist tightly, not wanting Chulanne to act rashly. Chulanne turned around, and his eyes were full of rage. Harold naturally knew why that was the case.

However, they could only remain silent then. All Harold could do was shoot Chulanne a look to hold himself back. They needed to rely on Robert at that moment!

Fane was not too far away from them. He could clearly see Chulanne's every action. Even if he could not hear what they were saying, he could still read the situation from Chulanne's expression. Fane raised an eyebrow. Those so-called heroes really were not great people.

It was just like Chad said, when

those people were not needed, they

loved to show off their power. The moment they were needed, they were the first to run away, coming up with various excuses for their actions. They were never at fault, it was always someone else.

Even if so many warriors from third-grade worlds had died, it was just a simple number in their eyes Thamus narrowed his eyes, "I was wondering who it was, so it's you. It looks like things aren't going that

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Thamus' words had another meaning behind them. Others did not understand, but Robert did.

Robert smirked viciously, "I thought you would be completely terrified when you saw me, I can't believe you can put on such a good act. Aren't you afraid that I'm here?"

Thamus' face froze as he angrily shouted, "What nonsense?! Who's the scared one? You should be the one pissing in your pants! Don't think you'll be able to turn the tables alone! Who do you think we are?

Don't you see how many warriors from second-grade worlds are gathered here?!"

Robert scoffed, "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do. Don't worry, I won't let you pull off your petty tricks!"

He started to form seals immediately after which produced sounds of explosions within his hand. Balls of fire formed around his hands, and the surrounding air seemed to dim.

Everyone was illuminated by the orange glow. Fane looked up slightly at the immense pressure, pursing his lips with some surprise. Chad said in surprise, "So it's the middle ultimate god rank technique, Crimson Meteor."