Hiss!
Seeing the situation, a horrifying gleam shot instantaneously from the thin man's eyes.
Clearly, he felt the sheer terror radiating from White Mitchell's fist at that moment.
His intuition told him that if he couldn't dodge this punch, his body would likely be pierced right through by it.
He never could have imagined a youngster from the Dragon Realm could burst forth with such astonishing strength in an instant.
For a moment, the thin man seemed a bit panicked, hastily placing the dagger back in front of his chest.
However, at this moment, a mischievous expression appeared on White Mitchell's face, as if his plot had been successful.
Huh?
Seeing the eerie expression hanging on White Mitchell's face, a chill coursed through the thin man's heart and an ominous premonition surged up instantly.
What's going on?
Why am I getting this kind of feeling?
Could it be, does this brat have another trick up his sleeve?