Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Jocelyn Field's face suddenly turned extremely ugly!
"How... how is this possible! You... you were hiding your real strength, weren't you?" Jocelyn Field was horrified.
Ethan Smith snorted coldly, he ignored Jocelyn Field and looked at Chase Field who was standing in the sanctum.
At this moment, Chase Field had picked himself up from the sanctum, a radiant glow enveloping his body.
The light interwove around his body, like a layer of Armor.
This was clearly some protective magical artifact, but even with it, Chase Field was having a hard time.
Even standing, his body was helplessly bending down.
"Bastard, I will kill you!" Chase Field roared angrily.
"If you dare, come over, let's have a duel in the sanctum!"
Ethan Smith lifted his eyebrows and sneered, "Really?"
Chase Field cruelly said, "You think I'm joking? Are you scared?"