"Stop, stop right there," Scott barked with a feigned bravado that was betrayed by an underlying timidity.
Tang San coldly glanced at him; Scott's helmet had already fallen off, revealing the savage features of a middle-aged man. The look in his eyes as he watched Tang San was filled with additional terror. Clearly, he couldn't fathom why this young man's strength was so terrifying. Wasn't he just a Soul Master?
"If you obstruct me again, I won't mind killing all of you," Tang San said coldly.
"No, not stopping you. You've already passed my test. You now have the qualifications to enter the Killing City," the terrifying knight said with some difficulty. What he couldn't understand most was that ordinary Soul Masters who came here would be shocked by their inability to use soul skills, yet this young man seemed totally unaffected.
A black token was handed to Tang San, who took it casually. The token was carved with a skeleton skull and a number below it: Nine Five Two Eight.
