In an instant, the nine family leaders faced each other. Peterson Abernathy's face was grim. This was the territory of the Abernathy family. For Chris Shelby to act so arrogantly on his own turf was like a slap in the face to him. Peterson Abernathy's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness as he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't waste time talking to him, let's go together! I refuse to believe that, with the power of our nine heritage families, we cannot kill a mere Chris Shelby!"
"Abernathy is right, let's go together!"
"Kill Chris Shelby, avenge the Wind family!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
In an instant, the battle cry rose to the heavens. Two hundred thousand descendants of heritage families, armed with swords and blades, charged towards Chris Shelby and his group. Seeing this, Chris Shelby sneered and waved his hand, saying, "Kill them all! Today, I will completely expel the top ten heritage families!"
Boom!
As the words fell, four hundred thousand troops charged forward. In just a moment, tens of thousands collided head-on. The sounds of battle cries and roars rang out, turning the entire Hill of Lords into a bloody battlefield.
Peterson Abernathy glanced at the other eight family leaders. "Let's join forces to kill Chris Shelby!"
"Alright!"
With a shout, the nine heritage leaders attacked. Chris Shelby remained unfazed. "If you want to kill the boss, you have to get through us first!"
Boom!
Lynx, Phoenix, Tiger, the three of them rushed forward towards the nine family leaders. Peterson Abernathy sneered and said disdainfully, "Three of you deal with them, the rest of you, come with me to kill Chris Shelby!"
With that, the three heritage leaders went for Tiger and the others, while the remaining six family leaders attacked Chris Shelby. Despite being outnumbered, their strength was not to be underestimated.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Six lightning-fast strikes. In the blink of an eye, they appeared before Chris Shelby. "Die!" Peterson Abernathy roared. The six swords struck Chris Shelby from different directions, sealing off all his escape routes.
And yet, the swords did not draw any blood. Suddenly, Chris Shelby's figure began to fragment into pieces. Seeing this, Peterson Abernathy and the others were shocked. "Afterimages!"
"This is just an afterimage!"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris
Waiting for new chapters...