Branson and Kody, like their nicknames, were crazy about swords. From a distance, they didn't resemble ordinary men but rather unsheathed swords. The murderous energy emanating from them filled the atmosphere, making one feel as if they were teetering on the edge of an abyss. At that moment, someone among those who were following Godfrey recognized Branson and Kody at once. "That's… that's Mr. Jagger from the Gladius Sect!""Isn't that Mr. Hartson beside him?" "They didn't come specially to be witnesses, did they?" Speculation rose all around them. "I heard that Mr. Hartson has been stuck at a bottleneck for over ten years and has been unable to break through. Is he going to use this opportunity to ask for a pill?" a young, thin man muttered quietly. However, no one felt that he was insulting Branson and Kody. After all, no matter how high the level one attained, there would always be bottlenecks in training. That was when refinists could really prove their value. If B
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