At this moment, Ethan Smith's intent to fight was almost at its peak.
This pure energy swept through the entire street.
Dominic Taylor's brows furrowed tightly as he sneered, "Ethan Smith, don't think I don't know what you're up to."
"You lean on the Power of Martial Saint and try to challenge me? You think I'll fall for it?"
Ethan Smith sneered, "Do I need the Power of Martial Saint to kill you?"
"Well, the Power of Martial Saint inside you isn't infinite. There will be a time when it disappears, and that will be your death knell!" Dominic Taylor roared back.
"Agreed." Ethan Smith replied coldly.
"Kylan Taylor, stop thinking about Emily Taylor and cherish the remaining time with your son."
With these words, Ethan Smith turned around to leave.
"Ethan Smith, are you really not going to hand over the person?!" Kylan Taylor couldn't help shouting.
"Go to hell!" Ethan Smith cursed without even turning his head.
