"However, my Noir Family's elites are all here. Even if Saint Lord Alex's abilities are incredibly strong, it's impossible for you to kill every single one of us, right?"
Alex was instantly somewhat speechless.
This middle-aged man's meaning was clear. It's true you can definitely kill us. However, as long as you let even one of us escape, it will be an insult to the prestigious name of Saint Lord Alex.
To actually say such cowardly words with such a tough, unyielding tone. He was truly curious about how Cyrus normally trained these people's confidence.
"Cyrus, it seems you still understand me far too little." Alex smiled faintly, mocking.
"Since that is the case, keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully today."
"Watch how I completely annihilate your Noir Family's elites."
"What?!" Cyrus instantly panicked, roaring angrily.
"Alex, you dare!"
But Alex had already casually waved his hand, tossing the crystal ball high into the sky.
