There were only so many saints. Even if he had never met them before, he had seen information and photos online.
He did not know this youth in front of him.
Andrew was not surprised at all.
Nonsense!
If it were not for his own people, he would have drawn his saber long ago!
Why am I still talking nonsense with you here?
However, when the thought of fighting against a ninth-level saint rose in his mind, it was difficult to suppress it. He shouted, "Chief Charles, don't be bewitched by these evil warriors..."
"Andrew!"
Charles couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Shut up. Don't talk nonsense.
"Sir Johnson is a ninth-grade martial saint. His swordsmanship is unrivaled, and he is a conferred sword saint. His strength is ranked in the top five of the ninth-grade."
Andrew was not afraid at all. He sneered. "So what if he is a martial saint? I, Andrew, am fearless!"