"The Yutian Sect, haha, such bluster."
Carson Flores rose from the stone, his expression calm, his lips even curled into a faint smile.
"Malcolm Gross, isn't it?" Before we start, let me give you a piece of advice. Turn around and leave now; stay out of the James Family's affairs, and I'll pretend you weren't here today."
Malcolm Gross sneered, "Arrogant brat, what if I don't leave?"
Carson Flores smiled, "Don't want to leave? Then stay. The scenery here is quite nice, a perennial sleep here wouldn't be half bad."
Malcolm Gross burst into loud laughter, "With just you? Relying on a few years of practice, you run wild, thinking there's no one in the world who can rival you? Truly ignorant and arrogant."
Shepard James could no longer contain himself and stepped forward, "Carson Flores, I'm giving you one last chance. Save my father, or I'll kill you right now."
Carson Flores stretched out his hand, beckoning, "Come!"
"Seeking death!"
