From his vast battle experience, William knew diverting his attention off his enemies was a grave sin. In the heat of a standoff, even a millisecond of distraction could result in a spear through the chest.
No matter who was coming and shouting, he wouldn't shift his gaze away from those enemies up front, especially in such tense situations where thirty silver-grade disciples were itching for blood.
Yet when the voice appeared, William could clearly see the sudden change in the face of that Ganin relative and his group of thugs.
The arrogance that had fueled their posture evaporated instantly. They seemed terrified, as if the person coming here was someone they shouldn't even breathe the same air as, let alone offend.
