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Upon hearing Ethan Smith's words, their faces immediately turned livid with rage, and a murderous spirit burst forth unconsciously.

Ethan Smith, with his highly sensitive divine sense, quickly caught this murderous intent.

His eyes intentionally and unintentionally glanced over here, followed by continuous cold laughter.

"They sure came quite fast," Ethan Smith sneered in his heart.

Facing these few people, Ethan Smith was not afraid in the slightest. He didn't believe they would dare make a move in front of so many people.

Not only that, Ethan Smith continued to shout with even more gusto.

"Daniel Wilson! I, Ethan Smith, am telling you today that Emily Taylor belongs to me, not you!"

"As the Younger Holy Lord Wilson, I don't believe you're afraid of me. If you are, just let me know!"

"Everyone witnesses for me. If anything happens to me, it must be that the Wilson family got scared by me, hahaha!"