"Wait! We're not here to be hostile to you!"
The golden-robed bulky man with two horns on his head, Slor Rocksunder, quickly raised his hands at Davis in surrender as a barrier quickly formed around him. As for the others behind him, they quickly took out weapons. Swords, sabers, and spears were instantly pointed at Davis.
However, it caused the golden-robed man to seethe with anger and anxiety.
"Fools! Keep your weapons inside!"
Only after he said it that the others come out of their reverie, their faces turning embarrassed as they realized that they were scared by the threat the Emperor of Death posed.
Davis had stopped in front of them, hovering. He didn't make a move, but any cultivator would know that one would only need an instant to make a killing move when one's prowess was higher than the other party.
Life was fleeting and as ordinary as the clouds. If they were not careful, they might leak blood and disappear.
