That wasn't the issue, but what one of them held.
That master raised his hand high in the air, holding a severed head, a head that had a face that William instantly recognised.
"Great… Just great…" William said in a low and calm tone, yet for a reason it drove fear in the hearts of the two around him, "don't follow me, don't call anyone. This grudge… I will settle it personally…"
William turned without even looking at Ibra or Lina. Yet the two got their eyes met with William for a brief second. And one thought flashed in their minds when they saw him like this… Massacre!
William was going to kill those who did this to Smith, kill every single one of them per his hands.
"Hey, how can I get down there?" William then approached the worker who felt insane pressure coming from William and the other two alongside him.
He was just a mere bronze grade spirit master. Despite not knowing anyone of these three, he felt like something bad was going to happen.
