But now, she could not bear anymore.
“My father died for the country, not for you to insult!” Theresa Lindsay’s hands flashed with a silver light.
Then, with a leap, she charged at Dion.
“Not bad moves.”
A glint of contempt flashed in Dion’s eyes. How much effort did it take to deal with a little girl? Even if she was Isaac Lindsay’s daughter, she was just a girl in her twenties.
However, this judgment made him regret a few seconds later.
Clang.
A pair of dual swords slashed at him.
But he had a silver ring on his arm that just blocked it. Aside from a few sparks, there was no damage, which made Dion smirk.
A cold smile crossed Theresa Lindsay’s lips.
She slashed with her dual swords again.
Dion stepped back and blocked again.
However, in the next second, he was taken aback, as he discovered that behind him, there was an additional person, no, not just one person, there were three. Three women had appeared from somewhere, each wielding a short knife, aiming for his vital points.
He attempted to escape, only to find that Theresa Lindsay, standing before him, had suddenly quickened her movements.
“The Wind Blade of the Lindsay family.”
Theresa Lindsay held twin blades, her form in midair, as if stepping on air, continuously moving, one blade following another, perfectly striking with a speed that was increasing with each passing moment.
Dion was somewhat flustered.
Normally, he could have resisted, but now, he was being attacked from all sides.
It was a trap!
Only then did Dion realize.
Theresa Lindsay’s initial move was intended to make him underestimate her.
But by the time he realized this, it was too late. Four slashes of sword light were impossible for Dion to evade. Blood spurted out, one after another, soon covering Dion in a crimson shade.
But Theresa Lindsay’s face was solemn. She uttered one word, “Retreat.”
Immediately, the other three retreated.
These three were from her Lindsay family, trained from a young age in this formation of knife attacks.
The purpose was to use it as a trump card at key moments.
However, Theresa Lindsay discovered that, even though all of her attacks had hit Dion’s vital points, it seemed that Dion was not injured and his momentum was even stronger.
“Hehe.”
As they retreated, they left behind Dion, who was now completely covered in blood.
Dion removed his hand, then slowly raised his eyes, a cruel light flashing in them. “The knife formation is good, but you are too weak, you can’t hurt me, what a pity.”
Theresa Lindsay’s brows furrowed.
How could this man be so strong?
He was excessively strong.
“I told you, you should have sent your father Isaac Lindsay, you’re all just ants.”
Dion laughed heartily, and after his laughter, a bloody light flashed in his eyes. With a firm grip, he punched out, a powerful aura blasted out, stirring up a layer of wind and sand.
Theresa Lindsay and the others squinted their eyes.
But in the blink of an eye, a giant figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
“You are all too weak!”
Dion let out a mad laugh.
With a punch.
A loud bang.
Instantly, one person was blasted away.
Then, another kick.
Dion, like a madman, was wantonly killing among the crowd, causing Theresa Lindsay’s eyes to turn red. She wanted to step forward, but found she couldn’t keep up with Dion’s speed.
After a massacre.
Dion’s gaze shifted to a woman with a unique charisma, who was also staring at him with bloodshot eyes.
“Protect the master.”
Two veteran soldiers stood in front of Rose.
But they couldn’t stop Dion. Dion brushed past the two old soldiers and came to Rose, revealing a cruel smile. “Isaac Lindsay’s wife? I haven’t tasted that yet.”
His lustful desire flared up.
After all, when Isaac Lindsay was still alive, the Lindsay family was the true ruler of St. Sunday.
No one dared to harbor evil thoughts against Rose.
But now, Isaac Lindsay was dead, and it was his turn to enjoy.
“You dare!”
Theresa Lindsay, holding twin blades, rushed over.
“Heh. You’re too weak, you can’t change anything.”
Dion punched out.
Immediately, Theresa Lindsay was blasted several meters away.
And then, Dion reached out to grab Rose, but at this moment, Rose’s dagger was not aimed at Dion’s neck, but her own.
She was a non-martial artist.
She couldn’t kill Dion, but she could kill herself.
“Isaac, I’m sorry.”
Rose closed her eyes.
The Lindsay family was about to be annihilated.
“No!”
Dion didn’t expect this and hurriedly reached out to grab her, but it was too late.
A flash of blood appeared.
However, at this critical moment, a stone hit the dagger, knocking it out of Rose’s hand, leaving only a trace of blood on her neck.
She was not fatally wounded.
Rose suddenly opened her eyes.
“Who is it, I really need to thank you.”
But when Dion discovered that she wasn’t dead, he was overjoyed and hurried to express his gratitude. However, at that moment, he suddenly froze. Two men were walking in from the outside, one wearing a mask of tusks, the other a rabbit mask.
Still, that wasn’t the crucial point.
The most crucial point was behind them, a field of corpses.
The army he brought seemed to have been wiped out.
“You! Mr. X!”
Dion recognized Mr. X.
But before he could react, suddenly, a voice appeared at his side: “You wouldn’t want to thank me.”
“And who allowed you to touch the Lindsay family.”
Robin’s last sentence seemed to lower the temperature of the entire battlefield by several degrees.
Then, a swift kick.
Dion was thrown out, his body uncontrollably smashed out, with a bang, he was slammed into the courtyard floor, creating a large crater.
The smoke cleared, leaving behind a genuine bloody mess.
Just one last breath remaining.
At this time, Jeff Reczek slowly walked up to him, looked him over, and sneered: “So weak!”
Thud!
Robin had held on to his last breath, but ultimately, Jeff Reczek’s ‘so weak’ killed him. He had been constantly calling the Lindsay family weak.
Now, it was his turn.
So weak!
He died unwillingly, with eyes wide open.
“I’m sorry, I’m late.”
Robin glanced at Theresa Lindsay.
Honestly, he didn’t expect the Lindsay family to choose a fight to the death.
A fight to the death at St. Sunday!
It seemed meaningless, but it was meaningful.
“You said last time, the leader of the main faction, I became.” Robin said.
“Than… thank you…”
Theresa Lindsay managed a difficult smile.
Actually, she didn’t expect Mr. X to come, this was their Lindsay family’s business.
But he came, which was nice.