Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Viennas City Sanders’ Trading Conference, first floor, a corridor behind the main hall.

After the huge explosion, Garry and Clyde walked out of the room with a calm expression.

At this moment, they had already taken off their black cloaks and restored their original noble attire, stuffing the eye-catching white masks into their bosom.

However, this scene was caught by a team of Trading Conference guards who came running at the sound of the noise.

“Lord Garry, Master Clyde, what is…?!”

Looking at the white masks in their hands, the leading Guard Captain’s face revealed a shocked and incredulous expression.

Everyone at the Sanders’ Trading Conference was familiar with these masks since they belonged to the mysterious organization that aimed to seize the Ancient Chest!

They were the guards who belonged to the direct lineage of the Sanders Family, yet they never expected that their masters would be members of the mysterious organization!

On the other side, Garry and Clyde’s reactions were swift.

The two exchanged a quick glance and, without answering, revealed sinister expressions and released their attack magic.

In an instant, sharp and edgy earth spears and water blades roared past, directly piercing through all the horrified guards, who fell to the ground in messy positions.

For a moment, a heavy scent of blood filled the air.

On the ground, amidst the flowing red, the incredulous dying guards’ gradually dimming eyes reflected the shapes of two men standing arrogantly, like sneering demons.

After a brief moment, seeing that the guards had all lost their life force, Garry’s thin face showed no trace of emotion.

He spat in disdain and said coldly, “Only you have yourselves to blame for not watching out and showing up at this time.”

Next to him, Clyde glanced at the corpses on the ground, wearing an equally nonchalant expression.

Turning to Garry, he frowned, “But now, how do we get rid of that annoying Gael and Kelsey?”

“We’re in the dark while they’re in the open, there are plenty of ways to deal with them, and they may not even survive this attack,” Garry said with a sinister smile.

“Good point.”

Hearing this, Clyde immediately showed a bright smile.

Soon after, his expression turned grim again, sneering, “And that annoying brat, one day I’ll find his secret and kill him…”

However, his menacing words were cut short, his voice suddenly stopping.

A fast-approaching arrow mixed with a chilling wind had swiftly pierced through his neck, marking a deadly red trajectory.

Due to the shocking force of the arrow, it eventually stopped when it nailed to a wall nearby, causing cracks and making a dull humming sound.

As the astonished body fell, a petite figure made its appearance, an icy crisp voice resounding, “I’ve endured you long enough, those who plot against the City Lord, die!”

Witnessing this scene, Garry had no time to react.

Unbeknownst to him, a dazzling short sword had already pierced completely through his chest, its bloodied sharp blade eerily cold.

Drip, drip.

As the shocking red liquid fell, the killer slumped to the ground as well, lifeless.

Behind the corpse, another petite figure, hidden beneath a cloak and identical to the first one, had cold eyes and fair skin that stood out against the red glow on the ground.

At the same time, Viennas City Sanders’ Trading Conference, one floor below, the Auction House.

When the thirteen awe-inspiring figures descended from the sky and appeared on the stage.

The huge venue suddenly fell silent.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the center of the stage.

Some were frightened, some were confused, and some were filled with hostility.

Without a doubt, this sudden scene was beyond everyone’s expectations.

Of course, this did not include Leo Ray and his group and the City Lord of Viennas, who were already on guard.

Even so, it was clear to anyone with a discerning eye.

Pure black cloaks, white masks, and the thick aura of killing that permeated the air.

All of these things pointed to the fact that these uninvited strongmen were not good people, and their objective was the Ancient Chest on the stage!

Upon landing, the group of black-clothed figures immediately focused their eyes on the Ancient Chest.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, two black-robed figures with extraordinary momentum flew out at an extremely fast speed, heading straight for the Ancient Chest on the blue stone platform.

At the same time, red hexagram arrays that kept rotating appeared beneath the feet of three other black-robed figures, accompanied by a bizarre and high-pitched chanting.

Close to ten gigantic figures, their bodies covered in flames, rapidly materialized in the air.

Soon after, they roared and charged towards the dumbfounded auctioneer on the stage, the auction house mages, and the guards below the stage.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy footsteps echoed. The atmosphere was absolutely terrifying as more than three-meter-high flaming giants ran, sparks flying, the air hazy.