In the martial arts world, fighting and being fought is the most normal thing.
But if the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is beaten, it would cause an earthquake in the entire martial arts world!
Now.
Elaenor Wood swung a slap.
Very arrogant.
Cold Nelson's crown was directly knocked off, eyes filled with disbelief.
He was the Holy Lord!
The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!
In front of the great hall, on Demarco Mount, his face slapped by a nobody?
"You..." Cold Nelson was furious. "Someone, kill him for me!"
"Wait!"
Just when the equally shocked martial artists were about to step forward, Eliezer Pine spoke up: "What you did was wrong."
The guards beside Cold Nelson all knew Eliezer Pine's status.
Naturally, they didn't dare to act rashly.
"You're talking about me?" Elaenor Wood raised his head, frowning slightly.
"Exactly!"
Eliezer Pine stepped between the two, expressionless: "He is the Holy Lord."
