Bab 239: Attack

"How brave of you, Ancestor Sumire." Old Greenbelt, the one in the middle of the pack, sneered in disdain, "You are already in this kind of predicament yet you still have the guts to say those words. Hmm, I would like to see how will you do it."

The others also laughed in mockery. Indeed, with 6 Grand Monarchs in their line up, who could threaten them? Not to mention that these Grand Monarchs weren't the final ace of this show!

" Enough blabber." Ancestor Sumire flicked her fingers and a long golden sword appeared, "Fight. I can fight it out with the 6 of you."

"I really hate your guts, Sumire." Old Greenbelt's face darkened, "You know that you have no chance of winning yet you are saying you can fight us together? Even as a Divine Monarch, you will not win against us and you are aware of that fact."

Old Greenbelt paused for a moment before continuing, "But very well, I would like—"