Chapter 432

However, just before Bron dealt the fatal stroke, Trisha moved, unleashing her whip at Bron like a lashing serpent. Bron had to parry it with his blade, and Taran promptly seized the opening to strike, his face contorting savagely as he bellowed, "You bastard! We were cultivating divine teachings—it's the likes of you who slandered us and got us kicked out of our own homes! Infidels like you should die!" "Imbecile," Bron swore under his breath at the sight of Taran's madness and dropped his blade as he leapt backward. However, Nihill siblings kept pressing the attack, and Brown was now at a further disadvantage after dropping his blade. Soon, they landed a kick on his chest and sent him flying. Taran snorted in disdain. "Hmph. Is that all you got? And you dared challenge us?" Bron's face flushed, his insides churning. He was certainly no match with those two put together, just as he did not expect the Salazars to have that many martial elites in their service. He could not help