Boom!
The point of the saber had already approached Ronan, slamming onto his longsword as he held the longsword in front of his body. Ronan groaned as he was thrown backward after hearing a loud ring.
After being thrown dozens of meters away, Ronan's body smashed a big hole in the eaves of the front hall and finally fell to the ground.
"Pft…" In that instance, Ronan spat fresh blood and glared at Forsythe. He took his last breath before he could say anything.
'What?'
The Elysium Gate disciples froze when they saw the situation. Their minds were racing, and they were stunned.
'Isn't that man's power too terrifying?'
'He killed the Altar Master with just one move?'
Ronan was among the top five most powerful Altar Masters at the Elysium Gate. Even if he had to fight any sect master, he could fight for dozens of rounds. However, he could not withstand that one move by the pirate chief.
In contrast to the Elysium Gate disciples, the Sea Dragon Place members waiting down the hill were ecstatic.
"All hail the chief…"
"All hail…"
For a brief moment, hundreds of thousands of Sea Dragon Palace members shouted in unison, and it was breathtaking.
Suspended mid-air, Forsythe smirked and raised his hand. "Listen here, all you Sea Dragon Palace disciples. Kill every one of Elysium Gate's disciples and make sure no one is left."
'After all, I had already killed the Altar Master. It makes no difference if I kill some of the disciples.'
'Regardless, I want Ambrose to understand the high cost of holding the Sea Dragon Palace's young master hostage.'
"Attack!"
The Sea Dragon Palace members at the bottom of the hill erupted in a deafening shriek and charged forward.
The Elysium Gate disciples at the plaza gathered their thoughts and drew their weapons.
"Attack!"
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