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This voice was quite cold, almost as if it came from the mouth of a youth.
Neal Brown was at first startled, then swiftly turned his head back to look at the man.
The man had a tall stature, his features handsome; in his gaze lurked a hint of barely-there murderous spirit coupled with a trace of maturity.
Such an aura could not be feigned; it was the natural emanation after killing countless people and enduring the vicissitudes of time.
He was about one meter ninety tall, his body cloaked in long robes. The coldness that shone from his eyes made Neal Brown shiver.
"Leader of Cloud Sect!" Neal Brown exclaimed, and the next second hastily bowed, saying, "I've seen the Leader of Cloud Sect..."
"Leader of Cloud Sect?" Hearing this title, everyone's faces involuntarily drained of color!
"He actually came himself?"
"Oh no, this time Mr. Smith is probably doomed!"
