Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1302

Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302: The Gap in Status_1 Chapter 1302: Chapter 1302: The Gap in Status_1 The Semi-Saint Weapon's Holy Power permeated the air, causing fear amongst everyone.

The closer one was to the Semi-Saint Weapon, the thicker the Holy Power felt. Those with weak power struggled to withstand this force.

Ethan Smith's face grew increasingly solemn, as his mind rapidly churned for a plan.

“Tsk, tsk, are you guys really that shameless? Since when do people bully others like this?”

At that moment, a voice rang out.

Turning around, they saw two young men grinning playfully and walking up.

Seeing the two youths, the mighty realm cultivator's face darkened, and he coldly said, “Who are you people, daring to interfere here? Are you accomplices of Ethan Smith?”

“Bullshit! We're just here to yell about the injustice we're seeing,” the two young men mumbled.

Ethan Smith looked at the two youths and noticed that their clothing was extravagant yet their demeanor did not match it.

“I advise you not to meddle…” At this point, Philbert Duncan approached from a distance.

He appeared extremely weak, but the maliciousness in his eyes remained intense.

“It's not that we're meddling, but you guys really are bullying people too much! You said 1v1, but when you couldn't win, you brought out so many people along with a Semi-Saint Weapon to threaten. Shameless!” one of the young men cursed.

“Exactly, exactly. Spit, utterly shameless!”

The two young men took turns jeering, causing the furious Philbert Duncan's face to darken even further.

“I advise both of you not to meddle in the affairs of our Cloud Sect.” The mighty cultivator glanced at them, seemingly sensing their extraordinary background. He didn't dare to attack them outright; instead, he tried to suppress them by mentioning the Cloud Sect.

However, the two young men didn't give a damn. One of them snorted, saying, “So what if it's the Cloud Sect? Do they no longer care about justice?”

“You're asking for death!” Philbert Duncan burst out in rage!

With Philbert Duncan's furious scolding, the nine mighty realm cultivators took a step forward simultaneously.

The two young men showed no fear, sneering, “Trying to scare us? Do you think we're easy to frighten?”

Seeing their attitude, the mighty cultivator grew more suspicious.

His eyes narrowed as he probed, “Who are you two? Why are you interfering with our Cloud Sect's affairs?”

“My name is Clay Freeman, and this is my little brother, Alfred Freeman!” One of the youths patted his chest and said.

The one called Alfred Freeman also confidently said, “That's right; we are the famous Freeman brothers!”

“Freeman brothers? How come I've never heard of them?”

“Where did they come from? Judging from their power, they don't seem to be strong.”

Even the mighty cultivator beside Philbert Duncan couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Clay and Alfred Freeman? Aren't they just two nobodies?

“It doesn't make sense. Nobodies would never dare to meddle with our Cloud Sect's affairs…” He thought to himself.

“Enough talk; kill both of them!” Philbert Duncan growled through gritted teeth.

Just as the mighty cultivators were about to attack, Philbert's follower suddenly thought of something.

He hurriedly shouted, “Everyone, hold on!”

Philbert Duncan's face went cold, and he angrily said, “What do you want?”

“Mr. Duncan, let me investigate before making a decision,” the mighty cultivator said.

With that, he turned to Clay and Alfred Freeman and probed, “What's your relationship with Randall Freeman?”

“He's our grandpa!” Clay Freeman proudly replied.

Upon hearing this, the mighty cultivator's face instantly turned even uglier.

As expected, they had quite a background!

“These two kids… are actually Randall Freeman's grandsons…”

“Randall Freeman? The one who killed 18 mighty realm cultivators from the Major Sects?”

“No wonder they dare to challenge the Cloud Sect; they are actually Randall Freeman's grandsons…”

“Gowinston City is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers…”

Randall Freeman's name clearly carried quite a reputation, as many people began discussing it.

Even the nine mighty realm cultivators unconsciously took a few steps back.

“So what if he's Randall Freeman… If you dare to meddle, I'll kill you!” Philbert Duncan roared loudly.

“Tsk, tsk, you're so intimidating. Come on, try touching a hair on me!” Clay Freeman showed his middle finger to Philbert Duncan.

“That's right, if we lose a single hair, our grandpa will skin you alive!” Alfred Freeman chimed in.

“You two freeloaders dare to be so arrogant with me?!” Philbert Duncan shouted angrily.

As for being freeloaders, the Freeman brothers weren't ashamed; instead, they were quite proud, saying, “We can freeload; can you? Are you jealous?”

Philbert Duncan, who was already extremely furious, became even more enraged at this point.

He glared at his follower, gritting his teeth and saying, “Kill him! Kill them!”

But the mighty cultivator shook his head, saying, “Mr. Duncan, we absolutely cannot. If we touch them today, Randall Freeman will definitely not let us off…”

“What of it! Is our Cloud Sect afraid of him?!” Philbert Duncan roared.

Clay Freeman, who was not far away, sneered, “Kid, don't boast before me. Think carefully about your own status.”

“Exactly, you're not the son of the Cloud Sect's leader, but we are indeed the grandsons of our grandpa!” Alfred Freeman added.

Even the follower beside Philbert Duncan spoke solemnly, “They're right; if you were a descendant of the sect master, perhaps you could contend with them, but you're not…”