Beside Marco Jackson, the Grandmaster Martial Artists of the White Dragon League lay strewn about.
In the end, the White Dragon League was just a minor alliance.
Within the league, apart from one Great Grandmaster specializing in dominance, the rest were of little use.
If it weren't for the White Dragon League becoming the first battlefield in the duel between two factions, it wouldn't have received such emphasis.
The Martial Artists from Boulevard were eager to make a statement and didn't even give a chance for negotiation before killing these Grandmasters of the White Dragon League.
Leaving only Marco Jackson on his knees, trembling and continually pleading for mercy.
No matter what, he was the Alliance Hierarch of the White Dragon League; the final decision rested in Julius Reed's hands.
No one else had the right to decide.
"West Tower, should we kill this guy or not?" Brant Fairbanks wiped the blood off his sword and loudly questioned as Julius Reed rode over.
