Even during the Sean family's golden years, they barely managed to produce any Half-step Martial Sages!
"Three Martial Saints, seriously?" Mabel Sean instinctively moved to shield me from harm.
She still saw me as that young man who required her protection.
Logan Sean smirked coldly, "Mabel, if you really care about him, come with me quietly, and I'll let him live."
Mabel pressed her lips together, ready to respond, but I gently stopped her.
"Three Half-step Martial Sages? That's nothing." I smiled confidently.
"These two years weren't wasted, otherwise how would I dare bring you back to the Sean family so boldly?"
With that, I moved Mabel behind me.
"Let's finish this quickly. Don't interrupt my time alone with Mabel," I said icily.
Logan Sean roared, "Strike! End him!"
The three Half-step Martial Sages immediately advanced toward me!
