My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness by Autumn Rain

Chapter 532

Even a so-called Transcendent Martial King could not withstand relentless firepower.

Lord Barbenheim was confident that his elite troops could handle one man with

ease.

The soldiers waited for over two hours.

Finally, two figures appeared at the end of the empty street.

Dustin walked at a steady pace with his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, Tyler carried a coffin over his shoulder.

"He's finally here..." the personal army commander said and sneered.

He had been waiting for this moment to take Dustin's head as a trophy for Lord Barbenheim.

To these soldiers, Lord Barbenheim was their hero, and Dustin's attack on him was unforgivable.

"Dustin, did you come here to die? Do you even know what you're walking into?" the commander asked condescendingly.

"They say you're some kind of Transcendent Martial King. How many of them do you think you can handle? A fifty? A hundred?" The commander smirked in disdain as he looked at the heavily armed personal army behind him.

"Once, an Intermediate Martial Saint dared to cross His Highness. We sent just ten elite soldiers with specialized weapons to handle him, and we took him down

in under two minutes. And you... you're facing five thousand!"

Dustin glanced briefly at the commander with an indifferent expression.

He remained silent.

this man was not even

walking

commander's face

had been completely

the trusted subordinates of Lord Barbenheim and

Leave nothing behind!"

soldiers raised their weapons and got ready

Boom!

the sky and descended like

instant later, it struck the ground amid the personal

were drowned out by the roar

"Missiles?!"

commander's eyes widened

city limits without approval from the

Dustin

commander could make sense of it, more streaks of light appeared in the

Boom! Boom! Boom!

trembled under the onslaught. Waves of destruction swept through the troops and left carnage

inhuman speed. Bullets seemed ineffective against them as

en

armed helicopters aiming at the personal army hovered and

heavy

projectiles and decimated the remaining

who spread across the streets were reduced to little more than targets in a shooting gallery. They

face twisted

him shocked