The skinny man smirked.
"The Neal family hasn't changed in ten thousand years. You won't be able to kill me. In the frost world, when it comes to escaping, if I'm second, no one dares to claim to be first!"
With those words, he darted forward, leaving behind hundreds of afterimages that filled the sky in every direction, making it challenging to discern reality from illusion.
However, this individual seemed unaware of Braydon Neal's abilities.
If he took pride in this, it was a grave mistake.
The Neal family's dual-pupils were adept at discerning such fancy movement techniques.
Amongst the flurry of afterimages, one had to be real.
Braydon's ten-eyed dual-pupils saw through the ruse.
There was no spell in existence that could deceive them!
"Braydon, do you know the bounty the Stone family has placed on you?" The skinny youth hovered in the air amidst his multiple afterimages.
