"Who!"
Lillian Tompson's heart was startled, and a dagger glinting with cold light instantly appeared in her hand.
"You? How dare you ask who I am?"
Swish!
A shadow flashed by.
The Imperial Deputy suddenly appeared behind Elwood Thorneycroft.
Snap!
With a single swipe of her hand, the ropes binding Elwood Thorneycroft's body immediately broke.
"Deputy, if you'd been half a step later, I might be on my way to the afterlife," Elwood Thorneycroft stood up, somewhat aggrieved, stretching his stiff muscles.
The feeling of being tied up was unbearable.
A sore waist and numb legs.
"Well, well, turns out to be the Deputy of the Royal Pulse." Lillian Tompson sneered, looking at the two corpses of Ghost Martial Tribe Grandmasters lying on the ground: "No wonder they're the strongest among the Seven Veins; you've managed to locate my hideout and silently take out two Grandmasters."
