Naturally, Ethan had heard every word Iris and the others exchanged just moments ago.
"I did expect that the mysterious female supreme and her group were responsible for massacring the town."
His voice was calm, but beneath it simmered a faint killing intent.
Ethan slowly stood up, eyes narrowing toward the figure sprinting toward him—Grey, the white-haired youth draped in a snow-colored cloak, cold air swirling around him like an icy blizzard.
The aura he released was extremely pure.
Colder, sharper, and more ancient than Seraphina's ice power.
It carried the traces of a killing aura—clear, ruthless, and tinged with a faintly sinister murderous intent.
This kid… he came to temper his killing path.
But he had only just stepped into the Mahayana Realm. Too weak. Too green. A newborn calf dreaming of hunting the wolf king.
However, Ethan did not underestimate him.
