"Who's there?"
The black-robed man saw the prize he was determined to obtain snatched away right under his nose, and flew into a rage. With a furious shout, he raised his hand and slammed down a palm, which turned into a massive black hand.
"You dare steal from me? You're courting death!"
The killing intent in his tone was almost solid enough to take form.
Especially when he discovered that the one who'd snatched food from the tiger's mouth was merely a First Grade.
And it was actually that same person from earlier, the one exuding that incredibly delicious aroma. He hadn't expected this guy to still be alive.
Perfect. He'd just swallow this brat first.
In an instant, the black hand was already pressing down over the brat's head.
Yet that palm strike still landed on empty air.
For a brief moment, the black-robed man actually lost all sense of the other party's presence.
What Body Technique is this?
What terrifying speed!
