The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 274

That night, many people saw a golden streak of light shooting across the sky like a comet, resulting in another beam of light, followed by a huge explosion.

Lion King was terrified.

Golden Lord isn't human!

He had never seen a human being capable of lifting something that weighed eighty tons.

He's the epitome of the great strength of human beings!

“Sorry. We'll retreat now!” The Twelve Knights of the Round Table were afraid.

“It’s too late.” Donald once again caught the jurganite halberd and took a slash.

The cold light of the halberd swept across the surroundings. With a roar, Lion King blocked the light from the halberd with his shining armor, but soon, his eyes widened.

He saw the jurganite halberd quickly approach him before everything went black.

He was hung on the halberd with his blood flowing down the halberd, dyeing Donald's clothes red.

It was a sleepless night of bloodbath.

Donald had killed Thiago and his men, then three from the Homeless Alliance, four from the Angel Alliance, and the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, who were instantly killed as soon as they appeared.

Ryan was flabbergasted.

He knew that Lord Campbell was Golden Lord and how powerful he was, but he did not expect him to be so powerful.

“Donald is amazing!” Reina said in surprise.

Wynter's eyes were filled with admiration, whereas Lana was also gazing at Donald with a gentle look in her eyes.

“There are two armors that are still intact. Keep them,” said Donald.

Then, Ryan instructed his men to dispose of the corpses and take away the two Alpha Armors.

As night fell, Donald stood there with the halberd in his hand.

The next few hours were relatively peaceful. At two o'clock in the morning, Donald suddenly opened his eyes as he felt a slight stabbing pain in his head, giving him bloodshot eyes.

If Randy was still alive, he would be one hundred and twenty years old.

He was not only the epitome of great strength but also the epitome of human longevity.

Thirty years ago, he was ninety years old when his funeral was held in Pollerton, shocking everyone in the city.

“The source is very reliable. Although he's old, he's still giving off an intimidating presence!” Kingsley's voice was trembling.

“Just keep an eye on Noah. Leave the rest to me,” instructed Donald.

“Lord Campbell, I'll live and die with you!” Kingsley said.

Donald hung up the phone and looked into the distance again.

Randy must have known that he was dying, so he wanted to fight for Noah before his inevitable death.

A top fighter like Randy could still make contributions even if he was on the verge of death.

As the wind blew, the rain began to fall at an angle. Donald actually began to feel a little cold.