Neve Sherwood laughed at that. Her red lips curved slightly upward, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes.
"Are you talking about her?" Neve Sherwood clapped her hands, and a frail-looking woman was brought forward.
The woman's features and figure were a near-perfect match for Neve Sherwood's, but their auras were worlds apart.
She gave a timid bow to the crowd, her gaze frequently darting toward Victor Trent, her eyes filled with unease and apprehension.
Seeing that all was lost, Tate Sherwood collapsed to the ground. He looked up and seemed to say with grief and indignation, "The Sherwood Clan is finished!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, Neve Sherwood was in front of him, a fist smashing toward his Energy Sea Acupoint.
The aura of a Grandmaster shocked everyone present.
Those who had previously looked down on her for her perceived lack of strength now felt a sense of caution rise in their hearts.
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