The Pinnacle of Life Chapter 1367

The masked people froze. Since they were wearing masks, nobody could tell what their expressions were at the time. Flora’s bloody eyes squinted, and she smiled with bloodthirst. “So it looks like all of you are prepared for death. Clever. How about this? Since you guys are so cooperative, I’ll let you die swiftly, and I won’t chop your body up. I’d even dig a hole to bury your bodies too.” “Good thinking! By that time, the hole should be enough to bury the three of you!” At that time, an old man stood up abruptly. It was Keith. After knowing that the Rockefellers were in trouble, he rushed over to provide some help. A hot tempered half-stepped grandmaster huffed at Keith’s words. “Do you want to die first, old man? Fine, I’ll grant you your wish. I’ll make sure that you’d be so crushed that you don’t deserve to be buried!” After saying this, the half-stepped grandmaster immediately launched an attack. With this, he revealed his strength as a half-stepped grandmaster, lunging toward the crowd. “Hold on!” Flora voiced out. Seemingly obedient to Sister Flora, the half-stepped grandmaster stopped his attack. She stared at the people in front of her and asked, “Who’s Brittany Rockefeller?” “I am!” Brittany replied. “Good! Your son has made a grave mistake. I suppose you already know that, right? That’s why anyone who’s even remotely related to your son must be beheaded and presented as a sacrifice to the person he killed. So tell me, do you have any other relatives?” Upon hearing this, everyone present became infuriated. ‘They’re actually trying to behead anyone remotely related to Alex?’ ‘If they really wanted to achieve that, they’d have to cut off more than tens of thousands of heads!’ “I’m his aunt. So, do you dare to behead me?” A gorgeous woman walked into the hall. Donning a long, white dress and a pair of white stilettos, she looking as though she didn’t belong in this mortal realm. It was Aunt Rockefeller. She had arrived ages ago but had to use the restroom just now. “So you’re Alex Rockefeller’s aunt? Alright, I’ll count you in. Anyone else?” “I’m his future wife, so do I count?” Waltz stood up. “His fiancé definitely counts.” “I’m his sister, do I count?” Holly said. “Yep!” “How about his godsister?” Maya spoke up. She, too, had initially wanted to say that she was his future wife, but there were just too many people around here, and she couldn’t bring herself to say that out loud. However, to Flora, these people were much closer to Alex than any of his relatives. Hence, all of them should be counted in this slaughter. This was why everyone here needed to be beheaded. “Sister, are we killing them or not?” The hot tempered half-stepped grandmaster was starting to get annoyed. “There are too many of them, so I don’t think we can bring all of them back. After we kill, let’s just bring their heads back. It’s the same anyway.” Flora smiled. “Alright! I love carrying heads!” The half-stepped grandmaster seemed excited. However, just as he said that a red glow flashed through his neck. His head looked as if it was a building block that was misplaced, toppling down his shoulders and rolling on the floor multiple times. His head had been moved. “Ahh!!!” The other half-stepped grandmaster shrieked. This was… Way too impossible to happen in real life. His partner was just killed right before his eyes. He couldn’t even tell who beheaded him. Flora was extremely confused as well. “Who was it? Who did this?” She backed three steps away and yelled, visibly puzzled. Initially, she thought this would be some easy mission, but she changed her mind now. The situation seemed to be slowly turning against their favor. “Me!” Aunt Rockefeller raised her hand. “Sorry, I killed him.” “You… How did you do it?” Flora’s focus was on everyone else in the room. Hence she didn’t notice what Aunt Rockefeller had done. With this question, Aunt Rockefeller raised her hand slightly, lightly gesturing toward the other half-stepped grandmaster. Within the next second, the other half-stepped grandmaster’s head tumbled backward as well. His eyes were still moving at the time, but the wound looked like it was severely burnt. There wasn’t even a drop of blood.