Skar's voice echoed into the distance.
Kill, he said, he would kill elder Ronan.
He spoke so casually. Not paying full attention, it would be easy to overlook or even mishear his words, but he said what he did without hesitation or remorse, and his facial expression hinted that he meant every bit of what he had just stated.
Elder Ronan led the group of elders.
When they appeared less than a hundred steps away, he stood in the lead. His chiseled jawline seemed capable of cutting objects.
Upon hearing Skar's words, elder Ronan flashed a broad smile.
This nephew was simply too overbearing, and he loved every bit of it.
The other elders also sang praises.
"Didn't Skar achieve otherworldly status in less than thirty years?"
"He's not even three thousand years old, but he's already reached this level of strength with realm father cultivation! Truly impressive."
