Killing the " homicidal maniac " maniac!

The moment the Army summoning talisman rose into the air, it wasn't that no one from the demon sect saw it.

On a lake island surrounded by cherry trees.

On the island, there was an old man dressed in a black linen robe. He was thin and bony, and he was sizing up the "servants" in front of him with a gaze as sharp as a knife.

His experienced intuition told him that these young people were a little strange.

The one who was holding a sword in his hand, who was unbelievably handsome, with a hint of passion in his indifferent eyes, as if he had some ulterior motive.

He couldn't help but raise his * SS.

The big guy with well-developed pectoral muscles and the wretched-looking small guy were looking at him with cold and bored eyes, as if they were looking at a dead person.