Twang!
The longsword hummed loudly and hovered above the Black Dragon Heart. Bursts of cyan energy emitted from the sword’s body with roars of a dragon.
“Fitzgerald Hale! This is the Clarke family’s ancestral hall! How dare you trespass?! Your crime is unforgivable!”
Christian looked up at the sky and roared.
Following that, a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back and dressed in a cyan robe stepped on thin air as he walked down. With every step he took, there seemed to be a water ripple fluctuating on the bottom of his feet.
It was the use of spatial rules.
Fitzgerald landed on the ground with his hands behind his back. With a slight movement of his fingers, the longsword glowed brightly and suppressed the Black Dragon Heart that seemed to be on the verge of rampage.
From the beginning to the end, Fitzgerald never looked at Christian. His attention was fixed on the Black Dragon Heart in the iron box.
Then, he looked at Philip, who was dumbfounded on the side. He muttered, “Is this her backup plan? She was indeed the most talented woman to have anticipated the events today.”
After saying that, he turned to Roger, nodded slightly, and said, “Patriarch Clarke, on behalf of the Dragon Pavilion, I shall take this Black Dragon Heart away and suppress it.”
Roger raised his eyebrows and stepped forward. His aura suddenly surged and reached its peak. His gray hair fluttered as the walking cane in his hand also emitted bursts of black and golden light.
“Fitzgerald, you can’t take this Black Dragon Heart with you. I want to refine it myself,” Roger said coldly.
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