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Jenny could not stand this. The man who insulted her had to be killed.

Meegan sighed helplessly, "Friends, there are many forces in the secret realm. If we fight, we'll only end up hurting each other. By then, we might both suffer."

Nash chuckled lightly. "You're overestimating yourself. If we fight, only you will be injured. I'll come out unscathed. Where'd you get the idea that we'd both suffer?"

The sword strike just now was only a warning to them, so he only used 50% of his strength.

Nonetheless, it was also to test the strength of the opponent. That person's strength should be around the early stages of the Profound Oriental Realm.

Although Nash had just broken through to the Profound Oriental Realm, he was confident in killing strong opponents at the late stages of the Profound Oriental Realm and below. "Fuck... this kid is too arrogant!"

"Elder Meegan, let's take action!"

"We have 15 experts at the King Realm, 15 at the Star Realm, and Elder Meegan, who's at the Legendary Realm. Can't we handle just two of them?"

The members of the Titan Guild were stirred up by Nash's words. They clenched their fists, clamoring to charge and kill the opponents.

Jenny asked again, "Elder Meegan, what are you afraid of?"

Meegan Bolton lowered his voice and said, "He's right. If we really fight with them, we'll be the ones getting hurt."

Everyone instantly fell silent upon hearing these words.

Jenny's pupils contracted sharply, and she asked with a pale face, "Is he already at the Divine Realm?"

Meegan shook his head. "Not quite, but his combat power exceeds most experts at the Legendary Realm. Even someone at the third-tier Legendary Realm might not be his match." Legendary Realm had five small tiers, and Meegan was only at the first tier of the Legendary Realm.

He realized that the opponent had not even used his full strength earlier. Nash was just casually striking out a sword, yet it forced Meegan to use his ultimate move to barely resist him. Jenny furrowed her brows. "So what do we do now? Are we going to give up our ancestor's remains?"

"Tsk, giving up even the remains of our ancestors. The Titan Tribe is truly insane!"

Just then, a tanned woman in tough attire swiftly arrived, accompanied by more than 20 people. This

woman had big eyes, a high nosmetProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

on her

bridge thick lips, and a red crescent-shaped birthmark forehead.

Jenny squinted at the woman and said, "Elfie, are you going to help us?"

The woman called Elfie Cutler was the daughter of the Reaper Guild's leader. The two would normally bump into each other at some large parties, but they had never spoken before. Elfie smiled slightly. "Since I've stepped forward, of course, I'll help you!"

Hearing this, Jenny narrowed her eyes and said to Meegan, "Meegan, did you hear that? I told you that the Reaper Guild isn't as bad as you imagined!"

As soon as these words were

spoken, more than 20 members of

the Reaper Guild all looked at

Meegan. These people were all modified humans or genetic

swnovel

warriors, and their ranks were not low.

Meegan's lips twitched slightly. This little princess truly did not think before speaking. Fortunately, he was at the Legendary Realm. Whether they badmouthed him behind his back or said it to his face, it did not matter.

"The affairs of the Radiant Guild don't need your intervention, Reaper Guild!" Meegan declined the Reaper Guild's offer. "Then you go up and fight him!"

A short, thin, old man walked out from the Reaper Guild. His voice was hoarse like a duck quacking.

He was also tanned, but his eyes were completely white-a glaring bright white.

Meegan was a bit short at six feet two, but compared to the old man's height of barely five feet, he was still a giant.

The short man stood in front of Meegan, tilting his head to look up at him.

Meegan glanced at the short old man and felt like he could squash the old man into a pulp with one slap.

It was an illusion, however. He found that he could not see through this old man.

It was as if there was a layer of energy blocking his gaze.

The short old man grinned. "Stop looking, I'm A-3!"