A message for Lyle
There was a change in the air.
The suppressed cries of vengeful spirits and demons, ferocious ghosts, spirits, bones, and other types of ghostly creatures that contained monstrous killing intent soon filled the atmosphere.
This was the Slaughter Ghoul, Lyle had never used it in public because it just screamed demonic Dao.
However, that sword attack that had almost killed Nathan was messing with his normal calm reason.
With a deep breath, Lyle's mind moved. His ten fingers flowed like branches and within a breath of time, it formed a black blade that had a strange shape.
Martins paused as he looked at the boy below.
For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine. A tingling fear telling him that it would be best if he just ran and never came back.
What rubbish! He was a Late Dao Flowering Realm cultivator, how could this dirty blood make him feel any kind of fear?