At this moment, a powerhouse rubbed his eyes, subconsciously gulped, and leaned toward Idris, asking, "Did you see the trajectory of his sword just now?"

Idris shook his head solemnly. He had only seen a flash, but as for the sword's trajectory, he had not seen it.

The powerhouse was utterly shocked. He knew Idris was the most powerful among them. If even he couldn't see it, it meant that Sion's strength far exceeded that of any powerhouse in Dragoria. In other words, if Sion decided to go on a killing spree, no one present could stop him—except, of course, Adrian and his subordinates.

Realizing this, the expert grew serious and gradually moved closer to Reid's location, feeling a bit more secure there.

"Haha! Sion, there are many here who want to kill Mr. Adrian!" Eliza laughed heartily, releasing a burst of powerful energy from his strong arms. Without even looking, he casually flicked a cup of tea, sending it flying toward the terrified Casper.

The teacup, imbued with invincibl