The two middle-aged men only felt their scalps tingling, cold sweat breaking out all over their bodies, as they slowly turned around.
Staring at the purple-robed young man before them, their faces filled with a look of disbelief...
When did this young man get behind them?
They had not noticed him at all.
As they exchanged glances, a sense of 'horror' could be seen in each other's eyes.
When the two middle-aged men turned around, Wyatt Barnes was also looking at them, a cold smile on his lips.
"Who sent you?"
Wyatt Barnes stared at them, his tone composed, yet tinted with a frigid murderous intent.
Whoosh!
In an instant, a horrifying, bloody killing intent rolled off of Wyatt Barnes, enveloping the two men...
Instantly, their faces changed.
They found it hard to believe that a seemingly eighteen-year-old young man could emanate such a terrifying killing intent.
Suddenly, a murderous aura also rose from them, confronting Wyatt Barnes' killing intent.
