"You don't welcome me?"
Wyatt Barnes grinned and continued to approach the disheveled old man standing in the doorway of that manor house, unfazed.
With each step he took, his purple robe would ripple, like clusters of purple flames swelling fiercely, emanating a series of intimidating auras.
Seeing that Wyatt ignored his words, the disheveled old man's face darkened, he picked up his Wine Gourd and took a swig without swallowing, just holding it in his mouth.
Suddenly.
"Go back!"
A voice imbued with Origin Force pierced Wyatt's eardrums in an instant, causing his spirit to shake.
As Wyatt's spirit was shaken, the disheveled old man made his move.
Whoosh!
He spouted out the mouthful of wine he had just taken, which shot out from his mouth like an arrow, fast as the wind.
The wine, which transformed into an arrow, ignited into raging, soaring flames mid-flight, streaking towards Wyatt like a rocket, with ferocity that seemed to vow not to stop until he was dead.
