The place was deathly silent, with only the wails of pain breaking the stillness.
Hearing Alexander's cold and heartless words, Ethan and Jonathan swallowed nervously, feeling as if a deadly knife was pressed against their throats.
Alexander's eyes were calm—deathly calm—as he walked toward them in slow, deliberate strides. But before he could get any closer.
The old man, having recovered a little, stepped forward with both hands behind his back. His previously battered appearance was now restored, revealing his dignified and imposing presence.
"Not bad, kiddo. I really gotta hand it to you. You're so young, yet you're already this strong. If you join a sect, I believe that with your talent, you could easily be accepted as a disciple," Viper Ronan praised him.
Viper Ronan then shook his head, his eyes filled with pity. "But too bad—you will never have that opportunity!" he said, his voice laced with venom.