Gareth's finger faintly moved…
And a glow of saintly might appeared.
While pointing at Maxwell, his eyes truly looked like they were staring at an ant in contempt.
In the eyes of Gareth, Maxwell was even more insignificant than an ant.
At this moment…
Maxwell wasn't moving, staring at Gareth. He couldn't react, nor did he have the power to react, when going up against saintly might. Whatever actions he decides to take are completely useless.
"You are not allowed to harm my big brother."
Brenda stood in front of Maxwell's body with her arms outstretched like she was going to block Gareth.
Maxwell gently pushed Brenda aside and said softly, "I need you to be a good girl and obedient in the future. You need to live a happy life. What big brother likes the most is seeing you smile. You must forever continue smiling here on out."
"Leaving your last words?"
"Hahaha…"
"Don't worry; I will take the powers from her after your death and then send her down to meet you as well. And there's also her mother. I feel that it's just too burdensome for the fur-tailed race to continue existing in this world. Dying is a good thing since they can stop becoming playthings for the human race," said Gareth coldly.
Maxwell's piercing gaze became more gentle as he said, "Can you spare them two?"
"Beg me."
"Kneel on the ground and beg me."
"Who knows that I might just fulfil your wish if you make me happy enough." Gareth stared at Maxwell with a playful expression before starting to laugh out loud.
He felt like this was a lot of fun.
He had never had this much fun before.
Maxwell's face looked calm, but he was feeling extreme pain inside him. The weak were usually unwilling. Gareth enjoyed watching this kind of pain and once again smiled arrogantly: "Kneel on the ground and beg me with kowtows. I might even start feeling merciful and actually let them two go."
Maxwell looked at Gareth and asked, "Will you really let them go if I kneel and beg you with kowtows?"
Even though he didn't believe Gareth, Maxwell really had no other choice.
Cultivation!
Strength!
The gap between them was too large!
Once his transformation into a devil ended, Maxwell knew that he no longer had any hope.
But…
He was hoping that Brenda could continue living happily, or at least continue living. For this lolita of the fur-tailed race, for her innocent and cute smile, and for the promise that he couldn't fulfil, he had to pay the price for it.
He was going to use his own life to exchange for it.
But…
He realised that in front of Gareth, his life wasn't even worth a cent.
He was unwilling in his heart.
Flames of rage were blazing within his heart.
There were too many repressed feelings inside him. The son of a true dragon, Peter Wesley, Purple Soul Temple's Gwendolyn, the Cold Sea Sect, the Southern Mountain Sect, Heavenly City, all those mentioned had become an invisible pressure for Maxwell.
He was a transmigrator.
After being in this world for the past year, he had performed countless miracles. His name was destined to go down in the annals of history. Even though he was going to be soon forgotten, the time he spent here was the happiest time of his two lives.
He had brothers who had gone through thick and thin accompanying him.
He had a soulmate, a woman he liked, and a woman who liked him. All of these things were something his previous life didn't have.
If he could use his life in exchange for the lives of Brenda, Constantine and the others…
Maxwell would not hesitate for the slightest.
He understood that Gareth would not let Brenda off, but his heart still held a trace of hope. This was hope in the face of despair, hoping that Gareth would spare their lives.
Gareth started laughing wildly and said, "Kneel and beg me. Go ahead and kneel. If you make me happy enough, I will naturally fulfil your wishes. I will use the words that you have used before: Weren't you very arrogant just then? Now you've turned into a dead dog? Hahaha…"
Maxwell's expression was calm. He looked over at Gareth, and his knees started bending.
Brenda grabbed onto Maxwell and shouted, "Big brother, don't do it! Don't kneel!"
The fur-tailed race woman inside the glass box started smashing herself against the glass and screaming something.
Maxwell faintly smiled and fixed Brenda's scattered hair. He tucked the hair behind her ear and said, "Even if I have to die for you guys, I will not even show the slightest frown."
After saying that…
Maxwell looked at Gareth and said, "I hope that you will uphold your promise."
He then began to kneel…
"Hahaha…"
"Hahaha…"
"How come I feel so happy? How come I am so excited? Hahaha…" The moment before Maxwell had fully kneeled, Gareth started laughing madly with incomparable excitement.
"That's enough, Gareth!"
Suddenly…
A certain force held up Maxwell's bent knees.
A white figure descended and landed directly next to Maxwell. The voice then said, "Child, it's been hard on you."
The white-haired elder from the national treasury?
Aaron!
Right outside the shattered main doors of the auction house, Adam was wiping away the sweat on his forehead. He then exhaled and said, "I finally made it."
Behind him and stretching outside of the venue…
Were ten thousand troops from the Royal Palace Guards.
There were also ten thousand troops from the Black Dragon Legion.
They had formed an incomparably huge slaughtering formation!
Maxwell turned to the side to look at Aaron with a faint smile. "Senior…"
Aaron interrupted Maxwell and angrily said, "Gareth, you're really treating the Capital City as your backyard, huh? You dare to act presumptuously in my territory? Even if your President was here, he still has to give me some face."
Gareth's gaze sank, and his countenance changed. He then coldly shouted: "Aaron! All this for a martial cultivator at the King rank? You'd best reconsider! Without my Great Alliance, your ten-thousand-year-old kingdom will erupt into wars within a decade! You need to think things through carefully!"
"If you don't leave my Capital City today, then you can forget about leaving ever again." Aaron's voice was soft, but it exploded into the sky with a violent aura.
What is arrogance?
This was true arrogance!
Aaron was acting overbearingly arrogant!
He was not putting Gareth in his eyes.
Gareth's expression drastically changed, and the muscles on the corner of his eye started twitching. He then said, annoyed: "Aaron, you're acting way too overbearing here."
"I have always been this arrogant! You going to bite me?"
"You going to bite or not?"
"If you aren't biting, then you better scram back to your Palace. If you dare to come back to the Capital City, I will break your third leg!" shouted Aaron in an overbearing manner. He really wasn't putting Gareth in his eyes and just stared fiercely at Gareth, waiting for a response.
Gareth clenched his fists, and saintly might surged from his body.
Aaron coldly scoffed, "Oh? You still dare to act presumptuously in front of me? Back then, your father could only bow and scrape before me. A little hairless child like you dares to release saintly might before me? Hasn't your father ever taught you how to be a proper person?"
As his voice faded…
Aaron's right palm started moving. Incomparably overbearing royal qi surged out as he threw a slap.
"Slap!"
An extremely heavy slap.
Gareth actually couldn't dodge it. His cheek had turned red, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. His facial expression was even uglier now.
He was glaring at Aaron like his eyes were capable of spouting flames.
"You still dare to glare at me?"
After saying that, Aaron threw another slap.
"Slap!"
The right side of Gereth's face had turned red and swollen as well.
Gareth had no power to resist. He couldn't even throw a temper tantrum when he was completely crushed!
Aaron was a complete mess!