Nathan looked around the hall and realized it seemed like he was a criminal waiting to be prosecuted.
His lips curled into a smile. “Is this how the four Reclusive Families treat their guests?”
Cedric responded icily, “Nathan, do you seriously think we invited you here for dinner? We want to settle scores with you!”
Arching a brow, Nathan asked, “Oh? What scores?”
Cedric declared, “You bullied the members of the Reclusive Families. How should you make it up to us?”
Everyone present stared at Nathan coldly.
Nathan chuckled. “If you want to punish me, go ahead. Let's see if I can hold your attack.”
With that, he glanced at Cedric and the other three towering above him in their seats and snickered. “Also, I hate to see others seated when I'm talking.”
He raised his leg and gave the ground a nonchalant stomp.
At once, four cracks emerged on the ground beneath their feet and headed for Cedric, Svend, Olaf, and Ulric.
The four of them were stunned.
Without hesitation, they summoned their energy to protect themselves.
They managed to protect themselves from the incredible force coming from the ground, but their chairs promptly cracked into pieces from the force.
The four chairs had been destroyed.
Cedric, Svend, Olaf, and Ulric jumped to their feet furiously and glared at Nathan.
They were fine, but their chairs had been crushed to pieces by Nathan. That was infuriating enough.
The fighters witnessed how Nathan destroyed their Patriarchs' chairs and immediately burned in anger. If possible, they'd charge ahead to rip Nathan apart.
Nathan smiled. “Now that we're all standing, this is so much more pleasing to my eyes.”
Cedric's expression was stony. “Nathan, how dare you act all arrogant? Do you think you're invincible being the previous God of War?”
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