Ruben scowled at that.

From the moment he became a Martial King, he had never met someone as arrogant and reckless as Dustin.

To think that he would say he wanted to kill Robert right in front of him…

As a Martial King, he was powerful. How could he possibly not save Robert?

Besides, Robert himself was an Advanced Martial Saint.

Even if Ruben did nothing, Dustin might find it difficult to kill him.

“Well, aren’t you confident? You can try. If I really am unable to protect him, I will leave and no longer have a hand in this beef between you two,” Ruben said indifferently.

“Why don’t we make a bet? If I win, I don’t need much from you. I just want you to answer a few questions honestly,” Dustin suddenly said.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Ruben smiled. “You want to get me worked up so that you can get the information you want.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes.

Ruben was right.

He really could do nothing against the Divine Hall.

Last time, when he was at Lannopolis, he