"Hmph! Prepare to die!"
After saying that, Ryan gave a cold snort. Instead of rushing toward Xiaofu, he made a strange movement.
He bent his body slightly, held the sword hilt with both hands, and moved the broken sword behind his back. His posture looked like he was preparing to draw his sword.
After making this strange movement, he stood completely still.
One second passed, then two, then three. Even after ten seconds, Ryan hadn't moved.
Xiaofu was confused.
What was this candidate trying to do?
What did he mean when he said he wouldn't stop until he cut him into pieces?
And what did he mean by letting him experience the treatment that only a Lord could enjoy?
What was this strange posture?
Why had he suddenly stopped moving?
All these questions filled Xiaofu's mind.
But before he could figure out what was happening, his eyes suddenly widened.
A terrifying aura was coming from Ryan!
