Chapter: 1034

"Insolent bastard!"

The Harmon family cried out angrily. The Dark Lord was feared for his mystic arts. So, the Harmon family had nothing to fear as long as everything came down to a battle of the fists.

"Move out of the way! I’ll deal with him!" Dylan stood forward and swore, "You’ve harmed our family for years, Dark Lord! Today, you will pay for your sins with your blood!"

"Foolish brat." The Dark Lord humphed disdainfully.

"How dare you look down on me! Go to hell!" Dylan drew his blade and leaped into the air. With a powerful swing, he brought his sword down with all his might.

There was a whistle as the force melted the snow in its path and headed toward the Dark Lord,

"What a powerful swing!" The Harmon family watched the battle animatedly. As the genius of the family, the time Dylan spent on the battlefield completely changed him. His sword was much more powerful than it once was.

"Oh, my genius boy!" Jacob watched his son proudly. Defeating the Dark Lord would make Dylan the family’s hero.

"Tree Flicker." With a snicker, the Dark Lord struck out with his palm. A shadow phased through Dylan’s sword and planted itself into the young man’s chest.

"Aargh!" Dylan wailed as he collapsed onto the ground. He spurted blood everywhere.

"What?" Everyone was shocked as they watched Dylan land on the ground. The way he had leaped into the air tricked everyone into thinking that he had a winning chance against the Dark Lord. However, his opponent was able to get rid of him effortlessly, shocking the crowd.

"Dylan!" Jacob paled. He rushed over to hold his son up.

"I slipped, Dad…" Dylan forced out before his head fell to one side as he passed out. Jacob was tongue-tied. He couldn’t believe how stubborn his son was.

"How could he act so foolishly when he’s so weak? Does the Harmon family have no one else to send?" At the gazebo, the Dark Lord sneered at them scornfully.

"Don’t be cocky. We’ll deal with you!" A voice was heard as nine people emerged from the group of people. There was a mix of men and women, as each of them were powerful fighters well-known in the martial world. Without doing much, they gave off immense pressure on those around them.

"To tell you the truth, these are skilled martial artists we hired. With them around, you’ll meet your end no matter what tricks you use!" Trent declared, pleased.

"You better surrender if you don’t want to die!" Hector shouted.

The Harmon family called upon many martial artists for help, but most of them were nothing but smokescreens. Their true trump card was actually these nine fighters.

"Pfft! I can get rid of these nine pests easily." The Dark Lord sniggered, unfazed.

"Insolent bastard!" His answer pissed off the nine fighters.

They were well-known fighters in the martial world and were confident they could each take on the Dark Lord by themselves, much less as a team.

"Guys, on my mark, let’s get rid of this evil man!" An elderly man shouted as he sprung toward the Dark Lord, sword first.