"Young Master, hurry, don't mind us!"
A core elder shouted loudly.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
However, Marshall's killing intent soared to the sky, his aura erupted fiercely, and his long spear swung towards the surrounding members of the Thorne Clan.
"Kill him!"
Vaughn Morgan shouted.
Swish! Swish!
The sound of battle sabers unsheathing echoed as the strongmen of the Thorne Clan shouted angrily and brandished their sabers at Marshall.
Dozens of people attacked together.
But as Marshall's spear swept across, the saber light shattered. Five or six hulks were sent flying like cannonballs, crashing into the courtyard walls and sliding down limply, lifeless.
"Kill!"
Marshall roared, sweeping out once more, killing another seven or eight hulking men.
These were all Martial Master Realm martial artists, far behind Marshall in strength.
"Attack, Great Martial Masters, attack!"
Vaughn Morgan's face twisted with rage and surprise.
