In the destroyed feast hall the old man stood with his walking stick as he remembered the previous events he had with Lu Fan, the stream, the hundred puppets, and the trail that had followed him into Little Ju's banquet.
"Sigh, here we go again."
He turned his head to Ju Fan and spoke in a serious tone.
"Little Ju, I think your Ju Empire will be ruined today by that brat."
Ju Fan retained a cold and murderous expression from the old man's words, followed by Ju Shu, they both began exuding killing auras, Ju Han also hearing as he immediately switched his mood to murderous, the three of them no longer looking like hosts of an imperial guest. Hundreds of meters away from the feasting hall over a thousand guards rushed their way while possessing high-grade treasures, some wielding swords and some wielding spears, but they all held weapons.
"So, has young master Alex decided what you want your fate to be?"
