Dustin had definitely offended Silas.

As expected, Silas’s face turned thunderous.

He was an Apex Martial Saint and had been overlooked by a Superior Martial Saint. No matter how forgiving one was, such an insult was hard to swallow.

Besides, Silas was not a forgiving person.

“Kid, you’d better remember what you said here today,” Silas said threateningly.

After he said that, Silas walked to the middle of the stadium.

“Are we going to attack or not?” The initiates exchanged glances with each other.

“Let’s not. Mr. Moreno is so angry. I don’t think we’ll get the chance to step in,” someone mumbled.

“This young Martial Saint is dead…”

They glanced at each other and planned to sit back and watch.

“Whatever.” When Dustin noticed this, he walked over to the collapsed platform.

As he did, something in his gaze changed.

His eyes shone brightly and gleamed with a certain piercing power.

As he walked, his power seeped through. It was like a well that was incessa