Abel didn't expect that Preelay was so cunning, he first lent himself a secret order, repaid Mr. Darion's kindness, and then he was looking for trouble for himself.
"Pavilion Master Darion, it's your son who colluded with the Demon Heart Sect. If you want to harm us, we're just fighting back. Your son himself caused this incident."
Oldrim took a step forward and explained to Preelay.
But who knew Preelay waved his hand and said: "I don't care what my son sits on, I only know that you beat my son and killed my people. If it spreads out, what will happen to my reputation of Rovelian Pavilion?"
Abel saw that Preelay was unrepentant, so he could only open his mouth and say: "Master Preelay, you can count the losses, and I will pay you."
"I don't want money. For me, Rovelian Pavilion, money is no different from waste paper!"
Preelay waved his hand.
"Then what do you want? I can give you anything you can like about me…"
Abel chose to be patient, he just wanted to get back with the secret order and rescue Stella.
"I don't like the rubbish on your body. Kneel down now, apologize to my son, and let my son return the 2 slaps."
Preelay said lightly.
Seeing that his father was venting his anger, Darion Carl was in a good mood and looked at Abel with a sneer: "Abel, hurry up and kneel down and apologize to me, or else I'll have to impose conditions soon.
" You fu___…"
When Oldrim heard this, he was furious and was about to rush up, but was stopped by Abel.
"Master Umia, I will handle this matter myself…"
After Abel finished speaking, he then looked at Preelay coldly: "Do you really want me to kneel?"
"Of course, I have already investigated you, and I know that Mr. Darion takes good care of you, but don't think so, you just You can do whatever you want in my Rovelian Pavilion!"
"I've already given Mr. Darion's face, and even if the king of heaven is here, you have to kneel down and apologize."
"This is already what I think of Mr. Darion's face, and I will give you the most. It ‘s tolerant!"
"Otherwise you would have no chance to stand in front of me and speak."
Preelay's expression was cold, his eyes were full of indifference, at this time it was like a judge who was judging Abel's life and death.
But Abel himself has no choice.
"There are people who can make me kneel, but unfortunately it's not you, because you are not worthy…"
Seeing Preelay like that, Abel seemed determined to tear his face with himself, so Abel was no longer accustomed to him.
Preelay's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a cold smile: "Do you really think that you can ignore our Rovelian Pavilion when you have reached the realm of Martial Saint?"
"Today I will let you see the true strength of our Rovelian Pavilion. If you want to kneel, I won't let you kneel."
After Preelay finished speaking, he suddenly took out the spirit bell.
Preelay knew that if he only relied on his strength, he would not be Abel's opponent, but he had a spirit bell in his hand, so he was not afraid of Abel.
"What? Do you want to beat me with these little bells?"
Abel smiled disdainfully when he saw the bell that Preelay took out.
"Hey, Abel, don't be complacent, this is the top-quality magic weapon that my father just refined!"
"Even if you are in the realm of Martial Saints, you still can't escape the summoning of the Soul Bell. I will record you as a fool in a while."
Darion Carl smiled playfully.
Preelay glared at Darion Carl angrily, and he almost died of anger. This stupid son, before he even started, actually told the other party the function of his magic weapon. Isn't this a clear sign that people should prepare in advance?
A magical weapon like the Soul Bell, which can attack by divine consciousness, can attack unexpectedly, and it will be twice the result with half the effort.
But now Darion Carl told Abel about the function of the spirit bell.
To be continued....
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