'The New World Emperor is here?'
Darryl and Yvette, who had been laying down so comfortably, were taken aback. They quickly sprang to their feet.
'F*ck!'
'So many of the elites are coming?'
Darryl sensed that there were five Martial Emperors from the footsteps that he heard. It seemed like they were at least at level three, and it turned out that the strongest of those five people was a level five Martial Emperor!
Darryl was a little nervous after he sensed their powerful aura. Was Sloan not the only powerful cultivator in the New World after the Country Secretary's death? How did they have so many elites so suddenly?
Darryl did not know that the New World Emperor had been scared since the last time he kicked up a storm in the palace. The Emperor had recruited many new elites to avoid the same situation again. Those elite cultivators had started to guard the Emperor 24 hours a day.
"Darryl!" Yvette was anxious. "Quick! Hide under the bed."
Sloan adored Yvette, so she had allowed her a chance to hang out with Darryl, but her father was different. The Emperor would definitely kill Darryl on the spot if he were to see the man!
"Okay!"
Darryl nodded and was about to get under the bed, but his heart sank when his gaze landed on Sloan.
'F*ck…'
'If Sloan exposed my whereabouts to the Emperor, would I be able to escape?'
"Sloan!"
Yvette pleaded to Sloan. "Don't say anything about Darryl when Father comes, okay? Please, I beg you!"
Yvette was smart; she knew the reason for Darryl's hesitation.
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