At this moment, Alfonso was furious at his own shock and cowardice just now.
This lowest level of blue Ghost Energy couldn't even power a single-armed Photon Blade and still needed the aid of other weapons.
And this could be called a Holy Hall Knight?
He almost got bluffed by this guy!
There are pitifully few of the Immortal Divine Race, how could this guy be the real deal!
The glory of slaying an Immortal Divine Race, the accumulated generations of hatred drove Alfonso's mind into complete frenzy.
He wanted to cut off that head!
And then kneel and present it to Prince Ambrose.
The reputation of the Ambrose family in the Forest Domain would spread even wider!
He, Alfonso, would be forever engraved in the family's Warrior Hall of Fame.
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Lowest level fanaticism, Holy Hall?!
The other party's words had already far exceeded Mu Fan's understanding of himself.
