Chapter: 1035

"Kill him!"

The remaining eight fighters followed closely behind, each using their best skills to fight the Dark Lord Blades glinted, and gusts of wind rippled through the air as the trees and bushes around them were sliced down. Even the freshly laid snow had evaporated.

"With those skills, no wonder they’re the best fighters around."

"With those nine people attacking him at the same time, there’s no way he can avoid their assault!

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"Since he dared to invade our house, let’s make sure he never leaves!"

The Harmon family watched intently as the nine fighters surrounded the Dark Lord, eagerly waiting for the latter to be shredded into pieces.

"What a bunch of losers." The Dark Lord chuckled before striking outward with both palms. There was a loud rumble as the two fighters closest to him were flattened into human pancakes. The Dark Lord then spun around and did the same to the two fighters behind him, killing them instantly.

Within seconds, nearly half of the nine fighters were dead.

While the Dark Lord was busy with the four fighters, the remaining five rushed toward the Dark Lord and swung their swords fiercely.

Sharp clangs rang out as their weapons hit the Dark Lord’s body. As if they had hit solid steel, sparks flew from the points of contact.

"What?"

The five fighters’ eyes widened in shock, and they paled. When they tried to jump backward, they realized that the true energy surrounding the Dark Lord’s frame had glued their weapons to his body like a magnet.

"Who gave you the courage to fight me with those measly skills? You guys must have a death wish!" The Dark Lord’s body shook, and a gust of terrifying true energy burst forth.

As if they had been struck by a train, the remaining five fighters were brutally thrown backward and landed in a pile of snow.

Some died, while others were severely injured, and none of them were able to stand up again.

"What? The nine fighters lost?" The Harmon family was devastated to see that the skilled fighters they spent a hefty amount to hire hadn’t even been able to touch a hair on the Dark Lord’s head.

"Who’s up next?" The Dark Lord stood at the same gazebo, and he peered down at those useless fools.

"Even those nine fighters lost to him. There’s no way anyone could win against him." The Harmon family exchanged fearful glances, none of them daring to step forward. Was this the end of the Harmon family?

"The two of us will have some fun with you, Dark Lord." Suddenly, a grave voice broke the silence.

Everyone turned to see two shadows emerging from the sky, nimbly making their way toward them. They moved as stealthily as a cat, making it hard for others to spot them.

"They’re awesome!" Everyone was amazed by the two men, who moved past the trees and toward the Dark Lord.