“Mr. Hummer! Something terrible has happened!” Fletcher suddenly rushed in, stumbling in his steps.


    His


    disheveled and panicked appearance looked extremely out of ce.


    “What’s with themotion?” Joshua’s expression turned cold, and he appeared upset. “Speak up.


    What’s


    wrong?”


    “D–Dustin is out here on a killing spree!” Fletcher reported in a whisper.


    “Oh?” Joshua raised an eyebrow. “He dares barge in here despite knowing it’s the lion’s den? Is this


    kiddo really that brave?”


    “What do we do now, Mr. Hummer?” Fletcher asked anxiously.


    “What do you mean? Get Darkwrath and Lightwrath to kill him. Don’t let him interrupt our party.” Joshua


    waved


    him away.


    “Mr. Hummer he’s already killed them both!” Fletcher was somber.


    “Huh?” Joshua frowned. “When Darkwrath and Lightwrath join forces, even Judge would need to exert


    his full


    strength. Is this kiddo that skilled?”


    “It would have been great if they joined forces, but they were too arrogant and gave him a chance to


    defeat


    them,” Fletcher sounded helpless.


    “Those fools! What useless trash!” Joshua was displeased. He was upset to have to expend extra effort


    on an


    ant that was supposed to be easily squashed.


    In the midst of their conversation, the huge doors to the vi were kicked open with a deafening crash.


    A tall figure strode in with a murderous look.


    “Listen up, Hummers. I’m giving you three minutes. Let her go immediately. Otherwise, nobody is


    leaving this ce alive.” Dustin scanned his surroundings, his voice cold.


    The hall exploded in a frenzy when they heard him.


    “Who is this punk? How dare he make a scene at the Hummers“? Doesn’t he value his life?”


    “If you don’t want to die, scram right now. Otherwise, your end will be near!”


    “Fuck! Who is this punk? He’s so wild.”


    Everyone present whispered and pointed in righteous indignation.


    “Everyone, please calm down. I’ll handle it.”


    Joshua walked slowly to the center, a faint smile ying on his lips. “You must be Dustin. Kneel and


    apologize to my honored guests tonight, and I might spare your life.”


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    “Who do you think you are? You’re not worthy for me to kneel before you,” Dustin responded coldly.


    Joshua’s expression turned dark. “Kiddo, do you know who you’re talking to? Do you think you can act


    recklessly here just because you defeated Darkwrath and Lightwrath? Let me tell you, those two are


    just like


    you, mere ants in my eyes.”


    “You have two minutes left.” Dustin was stone–faced.


    Joshua chuckled, “I’ll give it to you. You’re fearless for someone nearing death.” With a sneer, he


    ordered. Judge, I’ll leave this person to you. Deal with him cleanly. I don’t want blood to stain the floor.”


    “No problem!”


    –


    Right then, a middle–aged man in a long robe suddenly leaped


    wn from the second floor. He had a tall stature and wore a mask. He held a rtively short, steel spear


    in his hand, exuding a chilling air around him.


    “Damn! Isn’t that Judge, who is ranked third on the Hundred Immortals? I can’t believe he’s here!”


    “With Judge here, there is no escape. This punk is dead for sure!”


    After the long–robed man appeared, the hall erupted in another frenzy. Judge had a well–known


    reputation to his name, and his sudden appearance was bound to bring forth a torrent of bloodshed.


    “Dustin! We’re here to assist you!” At this moment. Isfrid and a few injured shadow guards staggered


    into the


    room.


    “You won’t be of any help. Go wait at the side,” Dustin remarked tly.


    Isfrid frowned after hearing him. It was the first time in her life being shunned as such.


    “Even though we’re not as skilled as you are, we still have our merits. It would be advantageous to


    have more numbers,” she said with a resolute expression.


    “Suit yourselves. Just don’t stand in my way.” Dustin couldn’t care less.


    “You” She pursed her lips. As an exceptional female fighter, she’d never experienced such tant


    disregard. No matter what, she was determined to showcase her full strength, to prove to the person


    before her that women were as formidable as men.


    Just as the thought crossed her mind, she nced ahead and noticed Judge standing right in the


    center. She


    froze on the spot.


    “What’s going on? Why is Judge here? Did the Hummers invite bystanders to the fray?” Isfrid was


    secretly apprehensive and worried at the same time.


    With the warrior ranked third among The Hundred Immortals here, they were going to suffer an


    immeasurable loss. That was because Judge’s skills far surpassed those of Darkwrath and Lightwrath–


    they weren’t even on


    the same ne.


    This screamed trouble!