Chapter 580: A Price to Pay for Underestimating Him.

Every word Theo spoke sounded like it gave off the aura of bloodshed.

"Now…" Theo smiled warmly, which was even more frightening, "Friends…or enemies?"

Saint Izack was shocked beyond words. Of course, he had his pride, and he wouldn't easily allow someone to offend him to get away with it, but, in front of Theo, he shivered. Fear was something that was hardly known to him, especially nowadays. Living for thousands of years, after all this time, he felt threatened.

This version of Theo was cold and headstrong. Even that slight smile on his lips was cold.

"Enemies." As soon as that word left his mouth, Saint Izack expanded his illusions, focusing on the spot around them.

"Okay," Theo responds as if agreeing to something trivial, his icy eyes fix on Saint Izack.

Theo's voice was harsh and cold.