Chapter 165

Atticus was furious. He was practically shaking with rage.

"Father! Just give the word, and all of our family's Savant Grandmasters will tear this rebellious wretch to pieces!" Tyrell declared in a low voice.

In an instant, over a hundred Savant Grandmasters stood at the ready. They formed an overwhelming dark mass that blotted out the sun.

Sylvia and Jennifer were paralyzed with fear, completely overwhelmed.

This was the true power of an ancient warrior clan—when a strong individual was angered, many lives could be lost. In such a moment, wealth, honor, status, and power meant nothing.

"Frederick, just give me to them!" Jennifer finally said after a long hesitation, her voice resolute. One life lost was better than everyone dying.

"Hand you over? Never. If they want to fight, then let's fight!" Frederick replied calmly, cracking his knuckles. "What good are numbers? They're just a bunch of worthless chickens and dogs!"

Tyrell laughed, and spat angrily, "One hundred and thirty