Aaron was at the Saint rank.
He was able to suppress Gareth not because he had a higher cultivation level, but because he had actually burned his own life force.
This was a secret technique that overdrew one's life.
Aaron's body suddenly deflated, and wrinkles appeared on his face. It was as if he had suddenly aged a few decades.
Brenda walked up to Aaron and held onto him. She then said comfortingly, "Old grandpa, are you okay?"
Aaron patted the top of Brenda's head and said, "Don't worry; I can still handle this type of ability and won't die yet."
Maxwell's brows formed a frown.
He was completely speechless.
He didn't know what to say.
A person was willing to put his nation up as a gambling stake to give you ten years of peace. Maxwell felt like he had no way to repay him.
No matter what…
The Evans Kingdom will become a part of his life.
Maxwell had now put the Evans Kingdom deep inside his heart at a very important place.
Of course…
Aaron was gambling.
