"Sherman, it seems like you need to get your hands dirty this time. There's something weird about that boy!" Hector said to Sherman in a deep voice.
Sherman nodded and said, "He won't live to see the sunrise tomorrow."
At night, in Royal Coastal Villa, Declan sat cross-legged in the yard absorbing the Qi under the moonlight. Suddenly, he said, "You finally came."
Sherman walked into the yard and looked at Declan. He said with a contemptuous look, "I didn't expect you to be a martial artist. However, it's impossible for you to kill Raksha and Swallow with your current level of cultivation. Where is your master?"
Declan hid a smile. This guy actually thought that he had a master and that the previous losers were killed by his master.
"I don't have one." Declan said honestly.
