Chapter: 1013

"It’s nothing out of the ordinary if he doesn’t show up." Dylan suddenly spoke up.

"With me here, would the Dark Lord dare to act out of line?"

When the others heard him, they all nodded in agreement. The current Dylan was nothing like the old Dylan; not only was he extremely talented, but he also had the Scarlet Warrior backing him. No matter how strong the Dark Lord was, he’d have to think it over.

"Considering the Dark Lord’s personality, he wouldn’t give up easily. We can’t let our guards down,

Hector warned.

"Hmph, it’s better if the Dark Lord doesn’t show up. If he does, I’ll lop his head off and release all the pent-up hatred!" Dylan spat fiercely.

As soon as he said that, one of the Harmon family guards suddenly ran inside in a panic.

"Sir, it’s bad! A fight broke out outside!"

"A fight?" Upon hearing that, Hector got to his feet. Is the Dark Lord here?"

"Perfect timing! Everyone, come with me to kill the enemy!" Dylan shouted with vigor.

"Kill!"

The Harmon family members all slammed the table in front of them and hopped to their feet, aggression rolling off of them.

"You’ve got it wrong!" The Harmon family guard quickly explained, "It’s not the Dark Lord; it’s the martial artists we invited. They got into a conflict and are now fighting in the ballroom."

"Huh?" When everyone heard that, they frowned. They had all thought that the great enemy had descended on them, but it turned out to be an internal fight amongst their own. All their excitement and vigor had been for nothing.

What a waste of emotion.

"Come, let’s go take a look!" Without another word, Hector led everyone out of the conference room. If internal conflicts were not handled properly, it could very likely end in greater disaster.

At present, the Harmon family home’s ballroom was filled with martial artists eating and drinking together. It looked like people of all sorts of backgrounds and teachings were there-gazing across the room, there were burly, fierce-looking men, stout dwarves; poison experts with snakes crawling all over their bodies; swordsmen with swift auras; and monks holding golden wands. There were also inhumane-looking humans, unghostly ghosts, and peculiarly dressed fellows. At that moment, Dustin, Natasha, Ruth, Edmund, and Abigail walked in. Their appearance attracted a lot of attention; the three gorgeous women were especially eye-catching.

"Natasha, are these the external help that Dad invited? Why do they look so weird?" Ruth looked around with a strange expression on her face. Besides a handful of regular people, the rest were rather odd.

"The Dark Lord is an expert in the mystic arts. It would be difficult to fight him with normal martial arts. These strange people are our best options," Natasha explained.

"I see." Ruth nodded.

"I don’t quite like the way they’re looking at us," Abigail suddenly piped up.

"Ms. Natasha, let’s take a seat first," Edmund said with a smile.