The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 1219

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Chapter 1219

The sun shone on the horizon, reflecting off countless rays on the sword.

The Guardian Sword was drawn instantly.

It was dazzling as its sharp blade left the sheath.

As the sword turned, its reflected light flashed across the face of Mr. Evans and the rest.

A young man sitting in the car was reading a newspaper.

The light reflected from the blade was as if someone had held a mirror and reflected the sunlight into the

young man’s eyes.

The young man was uninterested in seeing what was going on earlier.

Dazzled by the light, he slowly turned his head to look over.

At first glance, Sean stood proudly holding the Guardian Sword under the sun.

It was hard to miss him with his supercilious gaze and the imposingness of his presence.

At that moment, the young man suddenly widened his eyes and clenched his fists. He even crumpled the

newspaper into a ball.

Then the young man’s heart rate suddenly raced. He hurriedly raised his palm to rub his eyes and looked

over again.

“HSSS!

The young man gasped after confirming he was right.

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At this moment, the young man’s head buzzed like a bomb weht off in his head.

At this time.

After Sean took out the dazzling sword, everyone fell silent instantly.

Mr. Evans and the rest frowned slightly.

However, how could anyone other than Jeffrey and Zander recognize such a powerful weapon of the

nation?

It was no exaggeration to say they did not even have the right to recognize it.

It was because they were not good enough.

“What’s the meaning of this?

“Are you going to threaten us with weapons?”

Mr. Evans looked at Sean, frowning deeper.

“Mr. Evans, he’s really good. Even we can’t beat him. Be careful…”

Tyga’s subordinate nearby hurriedly said to Mr. Evans.

“Haha.”

Mr. Evans sneered when he heard this.

Maybe Sean was strong.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to kill Tyga and beat up his men.

However, fighting skills did not make you the boss in today’s society.

You could not escape money and power.

If you had the guts to kill, you had to be prepared for capital punishment.

“Mr. Lennon…”

Sally behind him also whispered.

Things would have gotten more serious if Sean had fought Mr. Evans and the rest!

Tyga’s death was nothing like the death of people like Mr. Evans.

After all, they were government officials representing the Joules Town government.

If Sean laid his hands on them, he would be challenging the Joules Town government and Dragon

Kingdom’s dignity.

In that case, Sean could not escape a death sentence.

However, Sally had no idea that the Guardian Sword’s main function was not to kill people.

Something like Excalibur did not need blood to intimidate others.

“Don’t frighten us with a lame sword.

“Surrender is your only option!”

Mr. Evans pointed at Sean with a sneer.

In his mind, power trumped all else.

Even if Sean was full of valor, he must accept a trial obediently.

“I don’t blame you for not recognizing it.

“But you were wrong when you called it a lame sword.

“Even the head of Joules Town government won’t say such a thing.

“You must have a death wish.”

Sean looked at Mr. Evans coldly.

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Mr. Evans and the rest froze for a moment before laughing as soon as Sean spoke.

They had met conceits before, but it was the first time they had met someone as conceited as Sean.

‘Is this Sean not a nutcase?

How dare he threatens government officials. Who does he think he is?‘

“What a joke!

“So what if I called it a lame sword?”

Mr. Evans stepped forward and yelled as he pointed at the Guardian Sword.

He lost his temper at this point.

“I can kill anyone with this sword.

“Come over, and I will kill you.

“Try me.”

Sean held his sword in one hand, his eyes calm.

There was a freezing chill in those deep eyes.

“Haha. I’ll see if you’ll do it!”

Mr. Evans sneered and walked right over to Sean.

Without hesitation, Sean slowly raised his sword into the air.

Once the sharp blade came down, the enemy would be killed in one go, even if they had ten heads.

“Stop!”

Just then, a yell came from behind.

A man in his 30s came running with three or four escorts.

Mr. Evans stopped and obeyed at the sound of that voice.

Though the man was young, he was his superior.

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