The Sect Master has three personal disciples, and Steven Brown had four people. The Master glanced with a sidelong look: "They just slandered this venerable one's judgement of people, would you dare to execute my order and shut their mouths on my behalf?"
The four of Steven Brown were more grateful than ever, kneeling on one knee and saying, "The juniors are obliged to do so!"
The cultivation of the Sect Master's three disciples was comparable to theirs, but they had been seriously injured by the Master just now, so how could they be their match? The four charged together, and after a few blockings, the three disciples were suppressed by the Magic Treasures and knelt on the ground. Steven Brown took the lead, rushed up and kicked a few times, then grabbed them by the neck, slapped them a few times, and instantly felt a clear mind and anger released!
What a satisfying word indeed!