Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 405: 405: The Grandmaster is Not Worth Mentioning

Translator: 549690339

Right now, Ethan Smith was like an unbeatable War God, none of their tactics could stop his slaughter!

“Master Taylor, please save us!”

Seeing Ethan Smith charging towards them, everyone was in panic!

In desperation, they could only seek help from Sammy Taylor from the Taylor family!

But Sammy Taylor was not Dominic Taylor, he had no ability to stand against Ethan Smith!

At that moment, he was like a clay Buddha crossing a river, hardly even able to save himself, let alone the others?

“Pa!”

Before the cry for help fell, a crisp sound was heard.

Ethan Smith’s golden palm swept across, directly smashing the opponent’s head.

Fresh blood splashed several meters, the scene was incredibly bloody.

Within a mere hour, more than ten at the Peak Form of Grandmasters died under Ethan Smith’s palm!

Looking at the field covered with corpses, Sammy Taylor’s face turned extremely pale.

He never would’ve expected that he would encounter such a fierce battle the first time he left Capital City!

Ethan Smith’s body was already stained with blood, his bright eyes were like a star hidden in the black clouds, sparkling and shining.

And these bright eyes were now staring coldly at Sammy Taylor.

Feeling this chilling gaze, Sammy stiffened.

Ethan Smith slowly strolled towards Sammy Taylor.

Every step was torture for Sammy Taylor.

Suppressing his fear, he tried to sound calm: “Ethan Smith, I’m different from the two Blair family members you killed, I’m one of the Taylor family’s successors. If you kill me, it will cause an uproar.”

Ethan Smith smirked coldly: “Do you think I care?”

Sammy Taylor’s face instantly turned pale!

He was brought up under the shelter of his family unlike Dexter Blair, Sammy Taylor, although he was quite powerful, he was a flower in a greenhouse.

The choice between life and death was a far-off concept for him.

Now facing an imminent danger, it was impossible for him not to be scared.

Seeing Sammy Taylor slightly trembling body, Ethan Smith raised his hand, slowly patting Sammy Taylor’s shoulder.

Just a pat on his shoulder was enough to scare Sammy into stumbling backwards and falling to the ground.

“Hahahaha!”

Seeing this scene, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“The Lords of the aristocratic families are all just cowards afraid of death.” Ethan Smith sneered.

Ethan Smith’s mocking made Sammy Taylor extremely ashamed.

He tried to get up from the ground, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

“Don’t be scared. As I said, you’re Emily Taylor’s brother after all, I won’t kill you.” Ethan Smith said indifferently.

“But remember, I’m not killing you because of Emily Taylor, not your powerful Taylor family.”

“The so-called face of the Taylor family is worthless in front of me.”

Sammy Taylor remained silent. At this point, he couldn’t even maintain eye contact, let alone a conversation.

“Go,” Ethan Smith said coldly.

Sammy Taylor struggled to get up from the ground, his trembling legs making him look pathetic.

“By the way.” At that moment, Ethan Smith suddenly stopped Sammy Taylor.

“Tell Kylan Taylor, if he gives Emily back to me, I might consider sparing the Taylor family.” Ethan Smith stated nonchalantly.

His words were both arrogant and dominant.

Challenging the Taylor family single-handedly, no one else could possess such audacity in the whole world.

Sammy Taylor paused for a moment, then hurried into his car and sped away.

Looking at the corpses scattered all around, Ethan Smith began to search them.

Unfortunately, all the treasures on these people had been shattered by Ethan Smith.

“Perhaps there’s no longer a need to live in such caution and fear.” Feeling the surging power within him, Ethan Smith was filled with confidence.

While it’s true that the title of Grandmaster isn’t enough to challenge the Taylor family in the Capital City, Ethan Smith was not afraid of the Taylor family’s pursuit after him.

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” Ethan Smith walked to Clare Richardson’s side, asking with a smile.

Clare Richardson was surprisingly calm. She shook her head and said, “I don’t know why, but I feel nothing.”

“You feel nothing?” Ethan Smith’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

This left him extremely shocked!

You must know, last time Clare Richardson was fearful as a mouse, this time facing life and death, she was so indifferent. This is not something an ordinary person could do.

Could it be… related to that mask?

Ethan Smith took out the mask from his Spatial Magic Artifact and gave it back to Clare Richardson.

“Keep this mask… safe.” Ethan Smith said.

Clare Richardson took the mask, nodded, and replied, “I understand.”

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” Ethan Smith said.

The two of them left the Battlefield.

Ethan Smith personally sent Clare Richardson home before hurrying back.

Defeating over a dozen Peak Form of Grandmasters single-handedly, and with an overwhelming posture at that.

Once this news got out, it would surely stir up a storm.

But Ethan Smith didn’t want to stay low-key this time around. He even hoped that this news could spread as fast as possible.

Sammy Taylor rushed back to Capital City overnight.

When he returned home, he was covered in blood, looking extremely miserable.

All the servants in the house were pale with fright, crying out in alarm.

“Sammy, what…what happened to you?” Seeing Sammy Taylor in this state, Clarence Taylor couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

“You’re injured? Doctor, get the doctor here quickly!” Clarence Taylor shouted.

But Sammy Taylor waved his hand, saying, “Dad, this is someone else’s blood.”

“What on earth happened?” Clarence Taylor asked, frowning.

Sammy Taylor was silent for a moment, then said, “I need to see my uncle.”

“See your uncle?” Clarence Taylor glanced at the time and shook his head, “He is already asleep at this time.”

“This matter is of great importance, I must see him immediately.” Sammy Taylor insisted.

Then, Sammy Taylor got in his car and headed towards Sammy Taylor’s house.

When he arrived at Kylan Taylor’s home, Kylan Taylor’s wife, Zaria Buchanan, had not yet gone to sleep.

She was wearing a robe that radiated extravagance, sitting on the couch, sipping red wine.

As the wife of Kylan Taylor, her temperament was naturally just as irritable and ruthless as Kylan’s.

“Sammy, what happened to you?” Seeing Sammy Taylor covered in blood, Zaria Buchanan was also somewhat surprised.

Sammy Taylor quickly saluted, saying, “Aunt, is my uncle asleep? I have something important to tell him.”

Zaria Buchanan smiled softly, “What’s the hurry? Your uncle has been busy all day and has already gone to bed.”

Sammy Taylor gritted his teeth and said, “Aunt, this matter is very important, I must tell my uncle as soon as possible.”

Zaria Buchanan glanced at Sammy Taylor, saying, “You know your uncle’s temperament, who would dare to disturb his sleep? Whatever matter you have, just tell me. I can make the decision.”

Seeing this, Sammy Taylor no longer hid anything and narrated the whole incident to Zaria Buchanan.

Zaria Buchanan listened to all this, and couldn’t help but coldly say, “You mean… Ethan Smith has killed over a dozen peak Grandmasters by himself?”

“Yes! And they were unable to fight back!” Sammy Taylor said in shock.

Hearing this, a chill flashed across Zaria Buchanan’s face.

“This Ethan Smith is quite interesting. I kind of want to meet him.” Zaria Buchanan murmured.

At this point, Zaria looked at Sammy Taylor and said, “Sammy, you go back and rest. I will personally go see this Ethan Smith tomorrow.”

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