Old Master Darby glanced at the hall.

The Darby members were lying on the floor, moaning in pain. Blood splashed across the floor, and a few men even seemed to have died.

“Call the medics! Take note of the injured numbers,” Old Master Darby ordered, panting breathlessly.

Drake, who was by his side, called out for the injured to be taken care of. Feelings of resentment and hatred filled the entire mansion.

Yumi’s lips were still bleeding, and the slap mark on her face was burning red.

“Grandpa, why didn’t you fight back just now?” she lashed out, still feeling the burning pain on her face as her eyes were filled with hatred.

Old Master Darby had been cultivating for five years, and he was currently a Level 3 Master General. If he had fought back just now, this would not have happened.

He stayed silent as his face darkened.

Yumi wanted to continue, but Florian came from the corner he was hiding and cut her short, “Shut up! You saw what happened just now with your own eyes!