Chapter 651

Chapter 651

**No Sympathy on His Face**

There was no sympathy on his face. These people had ended up in such a situation due to their own

greed. And to be honest, these martial artists were a scourge on society. Even if Guardian Michael

and the others didn't kill them, Chris would eventually take action to eliminate them once they left.

So, no matter what choice they made, it was a dead end!

"Charge!"

"Charge!!"

"Charge!!!"

Having no other choice, the hundreds of martial artists could only charge forward, shouting as they

went. At that moment, a desolate emotion surged within their hearts. They charged out with a do-

or-die determination. They knew that if they charged, there might still be a slim chance of survival; if

they didn't, they were as good as dead!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As they charged to the stone coffin, someone unknowingly stepped on a hidden mechanism,

causing another barrage of sharp arrows to shoot out. It was a rain of arrows!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Screams of agony continuously rang out as the martial artists were pierced by the arrows. In their

final moments, they spouted blood from their mouths and tears filled their eyes. They were tears of

regret and despair!

"Ghost Sect! Middleton Alliance! You bastards, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost..."

"It hurts! It hurts so much!!!

"Save me! Save me! I don't want to die!"

"Mom, Dad, your unfilial son is about to diel!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!it*

A hundred martial artists, a hundred tragic tales. They continuously wailed, rolled around, and

cursed. But what awaited them was death

Guardian Michael and Zen sneered at the corner of their mouths. Weaklings should have the

consciousness of being weak. Did they really think the Dragon Emblem fragment was something

they could covet?

Since they dared to wade into this muddy water, they couldn't blame them for being ruthless.

Because all of this was fate! It was their own fault for being too weak!

Weakness was the original sin! A weak son-in-law would be subjected to humiliation by his wife's

family. Weak ants would become stepping stones for the strong. Weakness made them lambs to the

slaughter!

Ten minutes later, the screams ceased. Hundreds of martial artists had fallen, none left standing. All

of them lay on the ground, pierced by arrows, their blood staining the floor red.

In just a short ten minutes, they had passed from the world of the living to the realm of the dead.

Their corpses filled the entire floor, making for a horrifying sight.

Chris sighed softly. Perhaps these people regretted their actions in their final moments. But people

always had to pay the price for the choices they made. Sometimes, the price was their very lives.

Chris's eyes hardened the next moment. To prevent more innocent people in Amerosia from paying

a heavy price, he was determined to eradicate the scourge of both the Ghost Sect and the

Middleton Alliance.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash!" Guardian Michael snorted coldly. He had never cared about the

lives of these ants. Since the moment he joined the Ghost Sect, he had been indifferent to life and

death.

In order to achieve their goals, the Ghost Sect did not hesitate to resort to any means necessary. If

they could seize the Dragon Emblem fragment, then the deaths of countless people would be worth

it!

What a pity. These people were too useless. So many had died, and yet the stone coffin remained

unopened!

Guardian Michael turned his head and looked at Patrick Jefferson. "You, take a hundred people and

open the stone coffin!"

"Yes," Patrick Jefferson replied with a bitter nod. Ever since he joined the Ghost Sect, he had known

that his life was no longer his own.