Not even the grey-robed elder could resist a creeping fear slinking into him at the notion of "that" very race.
They were one of the most powerful races of populations on the Samsara Continent.
"You can never hope to match my powers, brat. Leave now while you can." The elder uttered as he cast a cold glance at Jian Wushuang.
"Ridiculous. You seem to imply that you can easily kill me like how you raise a finger. Show me if you dare." Jian Wushuang taunted without fear, a faint smile lined across his face.
"Very well... It is you who seeks Death on your own volition, I am not to be blamed." The elder hissed as his eyes flared murderously.
The elder knew that he would only have to ensure no loose ends were left and he would not have to worry of vengeful reprisals from "that" very race.
"Hmph!"
