Ethan Smith knew very well that Denton Horton would not be so easy to deal with.
He was in control of the Immortal Slaying Sect's inheritance, which was already frightening even though it was just superficial.
As long as he couldn't kill Denton Horton in one strike, Denton Horton could stage a comeback anytime.
Ethan Smith's palm reached out, grabbing the iron rod with one hand, and then coldly looked at Denton Horton.
At this moment, Denton Horton was in a rage. He glared at Ethan Smith, the gigantic ax in his hand transforming into numerous forms before finally turning into a spear.
Although no one knew the origin of this spear, everyone knew it was extraordinary.
"You damn little beast!" Denton Horton glared at Ethan Smith, grinding his teeth in anger.
Ethan Smith narrowed his eyes, sneering, "What's the matter? You're getting anxious because you know you're no match for me?"
Hearing this, Denton Horton's grip on the spear involuntarily tightened.