Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 930 - : The Arrival of Obadiah Heptinstall
Chapter 930: Chapter 930: The Arrival of Obadiah Heptinstall
Upon receiving Tyler Wright’s command, Alaric immediately began to quietly approach Calvert Rose.
Just as Calvert was in a state of weakness, Alaric suddenly launched an attack, his hand, akin to an eagle claw, aimed directly at Calvert’s chest!
Calvert was focusing on Lord Star at that time, plus his severe physical weakness, he had no strength to evade!
“Whoosh!”
Alaric’s claw-like hand harshly ripped across Calvert’s chest!
His chest was instantly torn open, leaving a huge hole! Fresh blood gushed out like a spring!
“Die!” Alaric, with a crazed expression, landed a heavy palm on Calvert’s face!
“Mr. Rose!” Seeing the situation, Ethan Smith was filled with fury.
Just at this critical moment, Lord Star suddenly reached out and seized Alaric’s wrist!
Subsequently, Lord Star firmly smacked Alaric’s chest, causing him to stagger back several steps!
“Despicable and shameless, who allowed you to sneak attack!” Lord Star angrily exclaimed!
Alaric, clutching his broken chest, braved it and said: “Lord Star, I …”
“Get lost!” Lord Star grabbed Alaric and threw him away!
“Dear Lord Star, there are no rules to speak of on the battlefield. Everything is determined by victory or defeat. I don’t see any problem with Alaric’s move.” Tyler Wright said indifferently.
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Before Lord Star could respond, Tyler Wright looked at Marc Fraley and said, “I believe Lord Fraley would agree.”
Marc Fraley coldly said, “Uncle Star, you are too indecisive, so you can’t blame others.”
Lord Star clenched his fist tightly.
He glanced at Marc Fraley, then at Calvert Rose, and finally made up his mind to approach Calvert.
“Damn it!” Ethan Smith gritted his teeth.
At this moment he has no other choice but to bring out the two bodies and let them resurrect themselves.
So, Ethan Smith took out the Spatial Magic Artifact, preparing to trigger the revival of the two bodies.
“I am also interested in having a share of this big spiritual stone mine, does anyone have any objections?”
Just then, a voice sounded from outside the door.
Everyone looked up to see a young man walking in with a devilish grin.
Seeing this young man, Marc Fraley couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.
“Is it you?” A hint of mockery flashed across Marc’s face.
“If I’m not mistaken, you should be… Obadiah Heptinstall, right?”
The visitor was none other than Obadiah Heptinstall, of the Immortal Slaying Sect!
“In this era, it seems any creatures dare to jump out.” Marc continued his taunts.
Obadiah showed no anger. He surveyed everyone present, his face still holding that devilish smile.
Marc Fraley slowly stood up and, with a playful expression, asked “So tell us, how much do you want?”
Obadiah casually replied, “I’d say nine-tenths for me, one-tenth for all of you.”
“Hahaha!”
As soon as he said this, everyone burst out laughing!
Has this guy lost his mind?
Keeping nine-tenths for himself? Leaving the others to share one-tenth?
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Do you realize who you’re talking to?”
“With these seven martial saints here, do you even get to voice your opinion?”
As the crowd jeered, Obadiah remained calm.
However, Channing, standing next to Marc Fraley, furrowed his brows.
Obadiah Heptinstall?
He had a feeling that there was a familiar aura about this Obadiah…
“Young man, do you know what you’re saying?” Ottor stepped forward, speaking coldly.
Obadiah nonchalantly responded: “It seems that you all disagree.”
“Agree? I think you’re still dreaming.” The crowd laughed coldly.
Obadiah nodded slightly, saying, “Well then, since you all disagree, I’ll change the plan.”
“I suggested a nine-to-one split before, but now I’ve changed my mind… a ten-to-zero split, ten for me, none for you.”
At his words, the crowd laughed even louder.
They were now certain that this Obadiah was a fool.
Claiming to monopolize the big spiritual stone mine in front of seven martial saints? Wasn’t he just talking nonsense?
Marc Fraley on the stage was laughing so hard he was almost rolling on the floor, tears nearly streaming down his face.
“It’s a non-stop parade of fools of late.” Marc wiped away his tears of laughter, shaking his head helplessly.
“Is there someone who’d like to teach this arrogant boy a lesson?” Marc asked.
Ottor cracked his knuckles and sneered, “I will.”
He walked straight to Obadiah, and with a mocking smile, said, “So you’re saying you want to monopolize the big spiritual stone mine, is that right?”
Obadiah simply nodded and replied, “You can put it that way.”
“You really are… shameless!”
Along with his words, Ottor’s fists suddenly burst with terrifying power, plunging towards Obadiah’s forehead!
Obadiah still stood with his hands behind his back, even closing his eyes for a moment.
Just as those iron fists were about to hit Obadiah, a white bone flashed, standing in front of Obadiah!
“Clang!”
Ottor’s fists landed solidly on the white bone!
To everyone’s surprise, the force caused Ottor to retreat several steps, on the other hand, the white bone remained unscathed, not even a scratch could be seen!
“What is this thing?” Ottor couldn’t help frowning.
The rest of the crowd also began to discuss, “A white bone? Where did this white bone come from?”
“This white bone is extraordinarily hard, it can even withstand the hit of a Martial Saint!”
While everyone was chattering, Channing on the stage suddenly remembered something!
White bone!
It’s the same white bone that had shredded the Half-Step Martial Sage of the Immortal Slaying Sect!
“Not good!” Channing’s face turned pale.
He quickly looked at Marc Fraley and said, “Lord Fraley, we can’t stir up the wrath of this person! He is the mysterious person from the Immortal Slaying Sect!”
But it was too late, Obadiah Heptinstall slightly moved his finger and said indifferently, “Kill him, give them a lesson.”
At his command, the white bone immediately charged at Ottor!
