Facing Nero's oppressive aura, these masters took heavy gulps of saliva; this had gone beyond what any of them had imagined! Before them was a lowly divine Sea martial artist but they didn't have the guts to make a move. Stalling for time to recover, every second seemed to matter at this point. The old man lifted his saber with his other hand; his sword hand was too wounded to do anything with it. Alistaire also prepared himself; at this time, the crimson orb in his and started to blaze with brilliant flames.
Nero swept his gaze at these people with disdain and contempt; an air of authority around him. The coldness in his eyes, the murderous intent he was exuding… all these placed a great pressure on these masters that they avoided looking into those ghostly green eyes.
"From the looks of things, it appears you not doing so well in trying to kill me."
"Who the hell are you?"
