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An old hand full of wrinkles fiercely grabbed onto the exquisite mahogany table. The veins on the old hand bulged and throbbed non-stop. The jade-green thumb ring made a small dent on the red wooden table.

"Say it again, how did the six Guest Warriors die?"

The old man who stood by the side of the table trembled, suppressing his anger. A pair of sunken eyes burned with fury