Chapter 117: Saint Nicholas

Linri's back was covered in a cold sweat. He was so close to dying just now. This time, he had no grand back up plan or a sure way to escape death. His only trump card turned out to be useless and he almost paid the price for that with his own life! He was currently angry beyond measure. His fists were clenched so tight that his nails were stabbing his own palm. He was careless and arrogant. I guess his own words were true with great power comes an even greater arrogance... How could he forget such a simple thing!?

"Who are you?" Zero's voice was calm but his sword was pointing towards James who was picking his own ear. He could feel that Old man James was much more of a threat to him than all the people in this place combined. How could some like him even be here? Most importantly why didn't he notice his presence before?