Looking up at the sky, Marshall Morgan appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was tumultuous.
"Martial Lord, Martial Lord, I must break through to Martial Lord as soon as possible. Now, I seem almost invincible among the Great Martial Masters, but when facing the strength of a Martial Lord, it's still not enough."
"The day I break through to Martial Lord is the day you die."
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Marshall Morgan's eyes.
"Quickly rescue the wounded and clean up the dormitory building."
The elder of Astral Hall instructed the personnel.
Beside him, Chester Huxley's eyes also showed a strong murderous intent and an expression of unwillingness.
Having people openly storm into Astral Hall, destroying several buildings, and killing over a dozen Astral Hall students, with even more injured, is intolerable.
And the people he brought clearly had the strength to stop the intruders, but could only watch helplessly as the murderers left, powerless to do anything.
