Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys Novel
Chapter 686

Chapter 686

"Draw your weapons and fight!" Hector bellowed, his determined gaze psyching the rest of the

family up.

"Fuck, let's do this!"

"Charge!"

The Harmon family yelled and drew their weapons. Their conflict with the Dark Lord had been going on for years, and there was no way he would let them go easily. So, they might as well give it their best shot if they were going to die.

"You pests dare challenge me? You will all die!" The Dark Lord's expression hardened. "Hector, since you're being so stubborn, I'll turn this place into a bloodbath today!"

He slowly pulled his hand back before slapping the ground harshly. Instantly, the ground shook, and snow exploded everywhere. A huge shadow palm fell from the sky and onto the Harmon family members, making it hard for them to breathe or even move. They realized that when their opponent was a Grandmaster martial artist, they couldn't even run if they wanted to.

"Hmm..." Dustin frowned. He was just about to make his move when a pebble shot toward the shadow palm. There was a bang as the dark cloud dispersed.

Freed from the attack, the Harmon family began panting.

"Who the hell did that?" The Dark Lord studied the people around him with a sharp glare. He might have only used less than a third of his powers, but it was still more than what regular martial artists could withstand.

"Why do you insist on killing everybody? Can't you just forgive them?" With a sigh, Mr. Robinson emerged from the crowd.

"Mr. Robinson?" Everyone was shocked. They never expected a family servant to stand up for them when things got rough. Alas, it wasn't enough. Everything was useless when faced with a Grandmaster. "Who are you? How dare you stop me!" The Dark Lord glared at the older man.

"I owe the Harmon family a debt, so I hope you could be generous enough to let them go." Mr. Robinson requested politely.

"Hmph, who are you to talk to me like that?" The Dark Lord shouted.

"Come on, you come from the same family, so why do you have to fight them like this? You should stop now." Mr. Robinson's tone was grave.

"And if I don't?" The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes, which glinted murderously.

"I'll have to try and stop you then," Mr. Robinson replied seriously.

"You stubborn, old thing!" The Dark Lord snarled. He launched himself forward and thrust his

palm at Mr. Robinson's chest. The devastating force was so strong that it ripped through the air, causing the snow around them to evaporate and the trees around them to explore. "Watch out, Mr. Robinson!"

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"Dad, duck!"

People cried out from the crowd. However, Mr. Robinson seemed to have frozen up in fear.

"Shit, he's a goner!"

"No one can stand the attack of a Grandmaster."

Everyone shook their heads, sighing silently.

Mr. Robinson's courage was commendable, but he was still far too weak to save them. With a loud bang, the Dark Lord's palm landed on Mr. Robinson's chest.

Just as everyone thought that Mr. Robinson would be injured and die on the spot, a miracle happened. The small figure withstood the attack perfectly and without moving.