"Farewell, Master!" Casey Three knelt on the ground, unable to suppress his laughter.
It was as if a century of oppression and anger had been swept away.
"Farewell, Master..."
The disciples under Faust Beaumont one by one knelt on the ground, each looking anxious.
In their hearts, they were all calculating their little plans.
Now that the Sect Leader is dead, even if Casey Three can intimidate everyone for a short time, he certainly can't do so for long.
Especially with the Beaumont Family still around.
Once the Beaumont Family retaliates, Casey Three won't be able to withstand it.
For now, everyone is just putting on an act.
They've already started figuring out how to leave.
"It's over." In the distance, True Lord Nine Nether was inwardly restless.
The thing he was worried about could be verified within the next few minutes.
If Faust Beaumont comes back to life, their opponent will be even stronger.
Even more difficult to deal with!
