An arrogant and sinister voice rang in Wang Xian’s ears.
Wang Xian looked to the side. The two middle-aged men from the ice mountain race stared at him with cold faces. The killing intent in their eyes was not concealed at all.
Looking at them, Wang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not pay too much attention to them and walked straight to his house.
“Let’s see where else he can escape to. Haha!”
“There are experts from our ice mountain race outside watching this place. As long as he goes out, we will be able to kill him.”
Bing Ling, Hong Tu, and the rest looked at Wang Xian’s figure with excitement and malevolence in their eyes.
The experts from their race had already made their move. Killing Wang Xian was a piece of cake.
When a powerful race started to move, one would feel how terrifying they were.
“These races can not be underestimated.”
Wang Xian returned to his house and frowned slightly. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
