Even a so-called Transcendent Martial King could not withstand relentless firepower.

Lord Barbenheim was confident that his elite troops could handle one man with ease.

The soldiers waited for over two hours.

Finally, two figures appeared at the end of the empty street.

Dustin walked at a steady pace with his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, Tyler carried a coffin over his shoulder.

“He’s finally here…” the personal army commander said and sneered.

He had been waiting for this moment to take Dustin’s head as a trophy for Lord Barbenheim.

To these soldiers, Lord Barbenheim was their hero, and Dustin’s attack on him was unforgivable.

“Dustin, did you come here to die? Do you even know what you’re walking into?” the commander asked condescendingly.

“They say you’re some kind of Transcendent Martial King. How many of them do you think you can handle? A fifty? A hundred?” The commander smirked in disdain as he looked at the heavily armed personal army beh