Saumel Baton gazed down at Zora Solomon with pure contempt, treating him like dirt.
"Go to hell!"
Zora Solomon bellowed and lunged straight at Saumel Baton!
But right then, the two Martial Saints backing Saumel Baton stepped in.
Just a casual flick of their hands sent Zora Solomon flying dozens of meters. His ribcage got completely crushed!
Saumel Baton's grin got wider as he mocked, "Anyone under Martial Saint level is just a bug, Zora. Squashing you is easier than breathing."
"Go to hell!" Zora Solomon hauled himself up and charged at Saumel Baton again.
Pearson Bowman and the others quickly grabbed Zora Solomon, signaling him to chill out.
"Mr. Baton, I figured you were a decent guy, but turns out your tactics are low and disgusting. We're not cut from the same cloth, so goodbye." Pearson Bowman said icily.
"Saumel Baton, oil and water don't mix. Your actions will bite you in the ass eventually."
"Next time we cross paths, I plan to kill you myself!"
