"Aaron Verdant, don't you think you're going too far?!"
"Too far?!"
"If the one who came today wasn't me, Aaron Verdant, but my brother Zael, tonight your Moonfall Clan's blood would flow like a river, and you would cease to exist!"
"I am giving you a chance ten breaths," Aaron Verdant replied faintly.
"..." Silvon gritted his teeth in silence. He cast a glance at Ethan.
Ethan merely smiled.
That smile nearly broke Silvon's defenses. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could strike and kill Ethan right this very second. But with Aaron Verdant here, he couldn't do anything.
"Ten."
"Nine."
"..."
"Three."
"Two."
Time ticked by second by second. Aaron Verdant's voice was like the whispers of the Grim Reaper, announcing the meager time left in their lives.
"Everyone from the Moonfall Clan, hear my command! Cripple one of your arms!"
Silvon ordered. Then, gritting his teeth with a look of deep resentment, he directly shattered his own left arm!
