Chương 1538: The Battle

"Mr. Faris, as a Grandmaster of ancient martial arts in Honduria, is it appropriate for you to target a junior like this?"

At this moment, a calm voice slowly echoed.

Faris turned his head to see that the speaker was none other than the Second Elder.

"Who are you?" Faris asked the Second Elder in a low voice.

"I am the Second Elder of the Purple Cloud Sect. If you intend to harm Sect Leader McDonald, you'll have to get through me first," the Second Elder said, striding towards Connor.

"You're just a mere Black-rank martial artist, yet you dare to stand in my way? You truly don't know your own limitations!" Faris coldly snorted with disdain.

Although the gap between Black-rank martial artists and Heaven-rank Grandmasters was substantial, with Black-rank being a level below Heaven-rank, Faris, even as a high-level Black-rank martial artist, was no match for a Grandmaster like Faris.