"I think you are a very talented person, and I am reluctant to kill you."
"Otherwise, you would have been a corpse long ago," Thousand Faces replied coldly.
"Oh? Are you reluctant to kill me, or is it simply that you don't have the ability?"
Faced with Thousand Faces's ridicule, Ethan didn't show even a trace of anger. Instead, the corner of his lips curled into a sarcastic smirk.
When it came to verbal sparring, Ethan feared no one under the heavens.
"Kekeke…"
Thousand Faces suddenly bowed his head and let out a hoarse, chilling laugh. But when he looked up again, his voice was calm, almost indifferent.
"Since you refuse the toast and insist on drinking the fine wine, I, Quin Gavel, must personally teach you a lesson today."
"As if I don't exist?" Asher stepped forward, his eyes sharp as blades locked onto Thousand Faces.
"Can you stop me?" Thousand Faces asked.
"Good. Let's try." Asher sneered.
