"Damn! Isn't that Judge, who is ranked third on the Hundred Immortals? I can't believe he's here!"

"With Judge here, there is no escape. This punk is dead for sure!"

After the long-robed man appeared, the hall erupted in another frenzy. Judge had a well-known reputation to his name, and his sudden appearance was bound to bring forth a torrent of bloodshed.

"Dustin! We're here to assist you!" At this moment, Isfrid and a few injured shadow guards staggered into the room.

"You won't be of any help. Go wait at the side," Dustin remarked flatly.

Isfrid frowned after hearing him. It was the first time in her life being shunned as such.

"Even though we're not as skilled as you are, we still have our merits. It would be advantageous to have more numbers," she said with a resolute expression.

"Suit yourselves. Just don't stand in my way." Dustin couldn't care less.

"You …" She pursed her lips. As an exceptional female fighter, she'd never experienced such blatant disregard. No