"The New World Emperor is not talking nonsense. Half a month ago, there was a Nine Saint Oracle named Cynthia who went to the New World Palace to ask for help, indeed."

"I heard about that too!"

"Is that really a conspiracy?"

Comments continued to pour in, and the eight Nine Saint Oracles were trembling.

"Nonsense!"

Xenia was particularly hot-tempered; she yelled at Lord Kenny, "Darryl killed Cynthia. We would never forgive him. Why would we work together?"

Lord Kenny was mean, and he fabricated lies.

What made it worse was that he brought Darryl into the picture. The Nine Saint Oracles believed that Darryl had killed Cynthia; they could not wait to pulverize him. How could they be in the same group with him?

F*ck!

At the same time, Darryl, who stood beneath the altar, was furious.

Lord Kenny was a menace. He could flip the truth and tell lies.

Obviously, Lord Kenny had wanted to defile Cynthia, and Darryl took the risk to rescue her. However, Lord Kenny had made