As Dorothy and Daya were looking at each other, none of them gave way. The Coleman family from Missouri’s grand elder, Terrace Coleman, as well as Byakko from the Four Great Princesses, had come to the front of Maple Villa 8.

“Grand Elder, this is the place where Alex lives,” Byakko said. “Should I ring the doorbell?”

“Ring the doorbell?” The grand elder sneered. “Did we come here as guests?”

Upon saying that, he raised his foot and kicked fiercely on the big iron gate of the villa.

Boom!

It was as loud as an explosion.

The two large iron gates weighed over two hundred pounds. Under his destructive power as a Grandmaster, it violently ripped itself off the fence and flew in the air, passing the courtyard’s tens of meters before slamming heavily into the villa. The door and windows were shattered, and even the walls were cracked.

Byakko was secretly stunned.

It was hard to believe that the power of a Grandmaster could be so frightening.

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