Ethan's eyes turned cold when he heard the news.
"I want you to go to that family, exterminate it and bring the person to me who has absorbed the Martial Spirit."
Alexander didn't say anything for a while.
"Yes, sir. As you wish."
He kind of expected this outcome, but killing one of your comrade who had been beside you for thousands of years was not easy.
But could he defy the will of a god? The answer was no. He couldn't. The Holmes family had to die.
Alexander came back to his room; Maxim was gone.
He looked at the other three Saints and said, "I want you to come with me. The Holmes family needs to be exterminated. No question asked."
After giving the order, he put on his battle armor. Maxim wouldn't go down so easily. They would have to put up a fight.
The other three wore grim faces. But they didn't ask any questions and followed behind Alexander.
They also brought along thirty Martial Emperors with them.
