Timothy Duncan's face changed when he heard the sound of the air being split outside, and he flicked his hand, sending out a flash of silver light.
He stomped his feet, grabbed the silver light with his hand, and, using the momentum, charged out of the room.
Larry Duncan and his son were momentarily stunned, but they quickly followed suit.
Outside, they saw Timothy Duncan holding a Silver Spear, his expression grave as he stared into the sky.
A figure like a shooting star plunged from the sky and with a thud, stopped about ten meters away from the three men.
As the dust settled, a robust middle-aged man was revealed.
The middle-aged man had a face sharp as a knife cut, with well-defined features and narrow eyes gleaming with cold light, giving him an utterly ruthless appearance.
He carried a long blade on his back, and from Larry Duncan's angle, he could only see a dark red hilt and not the blade's full details.
