Bodhi Gordon watched Mason Raymond with icy eyes, his aura flaring as he moved toward him.
Above the lake, Ximena Santos and her people looked grim.
"Patriarch Santos, we should go before Bodhi Gordon comes up," someone urged.
"Right! If we wait for Bodhi Gordon to reach us, it'll be too late!"
Ximena Santos clenched her jaw. "I can't leave. I won't abandon Chilton Tower."
"Patriarch! Staying won't help. Bodhi Gordon's a half-step Martial Marquis, and he's got the Great Saint Sect backing him!"
"Exactly! Better to retreat now and find another chance later!"
Ximena Santos went pale. She gritted her teeth reluctantly. "Maybe... that's our only choice."
But then the water's surface exploded!
A massive wave erupted, and several figures shot out like cannonballs!
These people were Bodhi Gordon and his group!
Blood dripped from Bodhi Gordon's mouth, his arm hung broken, and he looked wrecked.
"What... what happened?" Ximena Santos stared in shock.
