The eye clutched in Javier Sinclair's hand felt an instinctual fear.
"No… What is this power?"
"How can such a terrifying power exist?"
Faced with this power, the Evil Eye felt like it was nothing, like it could be crushed to death with the slightest effort.
This power, this aura… it was like something from the Ancient Times.
The Ancient Forbidden Technique the Evil Eye had once obtained was imbued with a similarly ancient and profound aura. Though the powers were different, the archaic presence was the same. Since time immemorial, nothing associated with the Ancient Times was ever to be taken lightly.
'This person hasn't even revealed himself, yet a single casual move is more than I can resist. What does that mean? It means that in his eyes, I'm no different from an ant.'
'And this mighty expert just happens to be Everard's biological father? How could Everard have such a powerful dad? How does he deserve such incredible backing?'
