The aura spread rapidly, disappearing without a trace in the air in the blink of an eye.
Ethan Smith stared at the old man in front of him, coldly saying, "If you don't reveal your trump card soon, I'm afraid you won't have a chance."
The old man's face also instantly became solemn.
He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would have such a formidable strength.
As the old man retreated two steps backward, a bracelet suddenly shone in his hand.
The bracelet emanated a powerful and ancient aura, and the moment it came out, an oppressive feeling permeated the air.
"A Martial Saint Weapon?" Ethan Smith raised his eyebrows, seemingly recognizing the object.
The old man sneered, "You know quite a lot! That's right, what I have in my hand is a Martial Saint Weapon! If you're smart, kneel down and beg for mercy now, and I'll spare you an easy death!"
"So that's what you're relying on, the Martial Saint Weapon," Ethan Smith said coldly.
