“How dare you?! They’re fighters from the Winter and Phillips families, two of the Seven Clans of Central Harbor! Don’t think just because you have numbers, it’ll help! Move out of the way!”

Amara took a few steps forward and yelled at the Martial Saints of the Lotus Sect.

“Do you think they won’t crush you? You guys are so clueless!” she said arrogantly. She was fearless since she had two Martial Saints with her.

Paco and Levi’s faces paled.

She was being stupid.

Why did she have to drag them into this?

There were twelve Martial Saints on the other side. How could they fight them?

They wanted to defuse the situation, but Amara just made it worse. They almost wanted to strangle her.

“Seven Clans of Central Harbor? Oh no, we’re so scared!” Drake pretended to be scared.

“Then, move away if you’re scared!” Amara sneered.

“Even if all the patriarchs of the Seven Clans of Central Harbor came here, they’d still have to leave!” said Drake coldly. “Someone like you doesn’t