The green-robed man lifted the paper umbrella in his left hand contently as raindrops slid off the surface toward the ground like scattered pearls. His face was partially hidden behind the umbrella, exposing the white hairs on his temples that signaled the vicissitudes of life.
The man and his umbrella were the only things occupying Dark Broadsword's vision and senses at this moment. The torrential rain abruptly diminished as if it was a water spot being wiped away. The dark clouds and the long street disappeared into the void at the same time, leaving only darkness.
Thump, thump, thump! Dark Broadsword's heart pounded uncontrollably like a beating drum, giving rise to an indescribable sense of danger.
The green-robed man before him was too terrifying!
Unbelievably terrifying!
Such thoughts raced madly in his mind. He felt as if this man was the strongest opponent he had ever met in his entire life!
