Staring at the young man in purple in the distance, Marshall Tyler's eyes widened to their full extent, his body trembling slightly.
At this moment, it seemed as if he had seen his 'mortal enemy'!
And in fact, in Marshall Tyler's heart, he had long treated the young man in purple in front of him as his mortal enemy, the type that he would fight till the death.
The shame that the other party had brought to him years ago, he would never forget in his lifetime.
In his view.
Only the other party's death can vent his hatred!
"Huh?"
Marshall Tyler's loss of composure was spotted by the elder man in black walking ahead of him, who was also his master, "Marshall, what's wrong?"
Marshall Tyler took a deep breath, his turbulent emotions took a while to calm down, temporarily unable to respond to the old man.
"Senior."
