As he spoke, an overwhelming killing intent filled the air.
Everyone present was a battle-hardened veteran, but even they shuddered in the face of this overwhelming killing intent. An indescribable chill seeped into their very souls!
'Heavens, how many people must he have killed to develop such a murderous aura!'
The Golden Armor General, with the Breaking Army Spear pointed at his throat, felt his pupils shrink. An irrepressible chill washed over him, making him feel as though he could perish at any moment.
'It's unimaginable! How can a boy who's not even twenty possess such a murderous aura!'
"Stop."
Just then, a voice traveled from afar, drawing nearer. A figure in white appeared before the group, and his expression changed the moment he took in the scene.
