The Saints that had been maintaining order all immediately retreated to the riverbanks. As for the increasingly large number of watchers, all of them stared with wide eyes in shock. Just then, Bloom’s sudden death had already caused great shock to these commoners. Because they had seen Bloom fly in the sky.
Bloom was a Saint, but he had died without being able to fight back at all.
To these ordinary people, that was simply inconceivable.
That was a Saint
At this moment…
The fierce-faced Beaumont was howling through the air, charging towards Olivier, that deep blue warblade in his hands chopping viciously down towards Olivier. But what welcomed him was…Olivier’s dazzling sword!
Darkness and light coinciding!
“Bang!”