"Vaughn Morgan, give up. Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"
Penny Lawson reprimanded.
"You bitch, what's the use of holding on? Your husband is dead, now even that little brat Marshall is dead. Oppose me, and I'll make sure you all die!"
Vaughn Morgan retorted.
"You're lying, my son Marshall would never die!"
Penny Lawson shouted.
"Not dead? Stop deceiving yourself. He's dead beyond doubt, you have no one to rely on now."
Vaughn Morgan sneered repeatedly, relentlessly striking at Penny Lawson.
"Marshall!"
Penny Lawson's body trembled, tears welled up in her eyes.
She may not admit it verbally, but deep down she knew that something awful might have happened to Marshall.
The Mystic Origin Sword Sect specially sent someone to announce it, how could it be wrong?
Her heart was filled with despair.
"Vaughn Morgan, doing this, aren't you afraid of punishment from the upper echelons of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect?"
A core elder shouted angrily.
