Just as the young man in the blue outfit felt his heart race in alarm.
"Fill Bear, kill this old man!"
All of a sudden, Wyatt Barnes looked at the old man hovering in the distance, barked out this command, his voice laced with an icy cold tone that betrayed no emotion.
One could imagine, had it not been for Fill Bear, he would have already been killed by this old man!
The instant the old man disappeared before his eyes, the chilling intent that he had projected was so suffocating that Wyatt could barely breathe.
That feeling, he never wanted to experience again in his lifetime.
It was unbearable!
"Yes, Young Master."
Fill Bear agreed, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and a three-foot-long blade appeared in his grasp.
The instant Wyatt finished speaking, the old man's face turned pale.
