Darryl thought about how he could comfort the distraught father and daughter when they heard a series of footsteps. In the blink of an eye, a dozen men rushed into the ruined temple. Each of them held a saber in their hands. The group of people exuded a terrifying aura, and they were unquestionably ruthless killers.

They were also rather powerful. Their strength was, at the very least, level three Martial Saint.

When they arrived and confronted Jeffrey and his daughter, the leader looked down at them with a menacing expression on his face.

"Still want to run? I doubt you'll be able to do so. Oh, well, it's about time you gave us what we want. Otherwise, you will both be slaughtered and dismembered right here."

Then he laughed as he turned his salacious gaze on Clara.

"Your daughter is so gorgeous. We'll have to enjoy her before she is taken away."

Clara's delicate face blanched when she heard the statement. Her agitated body twitched. "Shameless jerk."

Jeffrey was upset as well;