Chapter - 3115

The word "death" struck straight to Carson's heart, causing a faint pang of pain in his chest.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like seeking help from his sect anymore.

This guy is inscrutable. Perhaps he's trying to get me to drag my sect into this, so he can wipe us out.

Judging from his words and actions, he seems to truly have the capability to do that!

Albert, however, was not as deep in thought as Carson. The only thing on his mind right now was to seek help from his sect.

The sect will surely be able to defeat Zeke.

No matter how awesome an individual may be, can they really outshine an entire organization?

Meanwhile,

At the peak of Mount Zadiff, a luxurious and extravagant palace stood tall.

One could only imagine the resources and wealth required to construct a palace atop such a steep and rugged mountain peak.

The master of this palace was none other than Supreme York Sect.

At this moment, it was time for a midday rest, and there was not a soul in the palace arena.

Suddenly, a series of thunderous bangs shattered the tranquility here.

Members of York Sect, who were taking their afternoon nap within the palace, were startled awake by the commotion. They instinctively rushed to the martial arts arena, encircling Sole Wolf and his gang.

In the blink of an eye, the martial arts arena turned into a sea of people.

Close to two thousand people had surrounded the few of them.

"Who are you people? State your name!” a person who appeared to be the leader demanded.

Sole Wolf looked at the other party nonchalantly. "Get your leader out. You're not qualified to talk to me."

How audacious!

The leader flew into a rage, “Guards, seize them and subject them to severe punishment!"

"Yes!"

The leader's security team, roughly ten strong individuals, stepped forward without a word and charged towards Sole Wolf.

Alfred greeted them with a hearty laugh. "Let this old geezer warm up a bit first."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a series of solid punches, all the guards leading the team were knocked down to the ground.

Although Alfred was not injured, he was panting like a bull, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. "D*mn it! I'm exhausted. I'm truly exhausted."

"I... I can't fight anymore. If two more people come, they'll definitely knock me down.”

The Sole Wolf, along with others, scornfully glared at Alfred. His acting skills are just so d*mn poor.

They all knew about Alfred's strength which was Celestial Class.

In fact, dealing with those ten so-called "strong" guards was as easy as blowing off dust.

His current state of fatigue was all an act, designed to lure the team leader into making another move. That way, it would give him a chance to "stretch his muscles".

The team leader and his group actually believed that Alfred was physically exhausted. He then selected twenty strong men to charge forward.

Alfred faced the battle with a solemn expression.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After another chaotic brawl, all twenty strong men were strewn across the ground.

Alfred was so exhausted this time that he couldn't get up from the ground. His body was covered in dust and he had sustained minor injuries. He no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

"He's too powerful. I'm no match for him. I willingly admit defeat."

The disdain in the eyes of Sole Wolf and others towards him became even more apparent.

The team leader was secretly shocked.

The ones he just chose were indeed the strongest among the strong.

I can't believe they have been knocked down by this overly exhausted old man.

This old guy really has some staying power.

However, it's okay since even he himself has "admitted defeat". It is clear that he can't continue the fight.

If we just send another team, we can definitely take him down.

So, the leader selected another team of thirty strong men to launch another attack. This time, it was bound to be successful.

Alfred's face was filled with terror. "Sole Wolf, I can't beat him. It's your turn now."

Tch! Sole Wolf was not amused.

Seeing that, Alfred had no choice but to seek help from Killer Wolf and Connor.

Others couldn't be bothered to entertain Alfred, so they refused to play along with his theatrics.

Left with no choice, Alfred had to bite the bullet and step up.

After a bout of chaos and conflict...

Alfred was utterly exhausted.

And all the enemies lay paralyzed on the ground, devoid of any fighting strength.

D*mn it...

The team leader felt so disgusted as if he had swallowed a dozen flies.

Didn't you already throw in the towel? How can you still resist?