Chapter 340

Each skilled black-clad assailant who charged at Theophilus had their arm bones twisted and broken, then were flung backwards, crashing onto the ground. The floor shattered under the impact, and each of them lay face down, wailing in agony.

Pain contorted their faces, and their screams were piercing.

"Ouch! Ah!"

As professionally trained guards of the James family, they were not ones to fear pain. It had to be unbearable for them to cry out like that.

"Who, who are you really? What kind of tactics are these?"

Over twenty of the James family's guards lay on the ground, their expressions united in fear, unable to believe what they saw in Theophilus.

The moment they touched Theophilus, each of them was repelled by a terrifying force, their tendons snapped, rendering their martial arts useless.

But what was frightening was that Theophilus merely waved his hand casually, breaking the arm bones of whoever he touched, with