At the same time, the dozens of Heavenly Alliance elites behind Grunt surrounded Darryl.
Darryl remained composed in the face of the difficult situation. He looked at Grunt with a weird smile. "Grunt, do you think you and your people can take me down?"
As he spoke, he picked up a jade plate next to him and toyed with it leisurely.
"You— " Grunt's face flushed in embarrassment.
Darryl was a well-known hero in the Nine Mainland. He was extremely powerful. If they were to start a fight, Grunt and a dozen elite disciples he brought with him were no match against Darryl.
Grunt thought and winked at a disciple next to him, asking him to inform Rogart quickly. The disciple understood Grunt’s signal and immediately rushed to the grand banquet hall.
Darryl kept his eyes on the remaining people around them. He appeared to be very calm and smiled to himself.
Meanwhile, Grunt looked proud and he coldly warned, "Darryl, quit being so full of yourself. You’re dead meat for daring to break into our altar. No one can save you once our Divine Lord is here, not even any powerful immortals."
Darryl smirked and ignored Grunt.
Suddenly, a low voice came from the outside. "What's up?"
After that, Rogart was seen slowly walking in. He was gloomy and not in a good mood from competing with Skylar, resulting in a tie. He felt even worse when Grunt called him before the banquet was over.
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