Bowen took a step forward and stood in front of Garrett. His body exploded with a deadly aura, and the place's temperature dropped tremendously.
"Bowen, in respect of your status as a mage, I won't go against you if you stay out of this. Don't forget you are in Hillsborough. So what if you are the number one mage in Calitcon? My men are already on their way."
Bruce did not want to be engaged in a fight with Bowen.
After all, the latter was a famous mage, so Bruce was worried he would lose.
"Cut the nonsense. If you dare to lay your hand on Mr. Zeal, you will be offending me!" Bowen was not frightened at all.
"You asked for it then."
Bruce swung his whip sword slightly, and a dazzling white light flashed through the room. Based on this movement alone, it was evident that Bruce was a Senior Grandmaster.
The sharp blade sped toward Bowen at unimaginable speeds.