Fright arose within the the blue clothed young man’s heart.
"Xiong Quan, kill this old fellow!" Suddenly, Duan Ling Tian looked at the old man that floated in mid-air and abruptly spoke with a voice that had traces of icy coldness mixed within, a voice that didn’t contain any emotion.
He could imagine that if he didn’t have Xiong Quan by his side, he’d already have been killed by the old man earlier!
The instant the old man disappeared before his eyes, the killing intent that assaulted his face almost suffocated him.
That feeling was something he didn’t want to feel a second time in his entire life.
It was too awful!
"Yes, Young Master." Xiong Quan replied and a cold light flashed within his eyes, and with a raise of his hand, a three foot long blade appeared in his hand.
