Watching Wyatt Barnes methodically step towards him, each step seemingly landing on Matias Dunn's chest, making Dunn's face progressively paler.
Once upon a time, the purple-clothed young man in front of him was like an insignificant ant in his presence, easily crushed.
However, today, he stood before Barnes, feeling no different than an ant himself.
Just as Firey Don couldn't comprehend, neither could he.
In just a few short years, how could Wyatt Barnes amass such formidable strength? What extraordinary fortune did he come across?
Even if he had the help of the 'Giovanni Stone Milk' he could not have progressed so quickly in such a short time span.
Dunn was sure of this.
Unbeknownst to him, Wyatt Barnes now stood in front of him, his icy gaze fixed on Dunn, "Matias Dunn...in the beginning, I thought you only defected to the Green Forest Sect after the almost complete extermination of the Seven Stars Sword Clan and the killing of its top level leaders and disciples..."