"Move aside."
Iwan Martinez held his sword, speaking coldly.
He didn't even bother to look at who was blocking his way.
"In three seconds, I will kill you," Iwan spoke again.
He was one of Silvio Reed's formidable subordinates, extremely powerful.
The sword in his hand was made from the coffin board of an ancient powerful being.
It carried an overwhelming evil qi.
Combined with Iwan Martinez's abilities, few could match him in the world.
Since his rise to fame, Iwan had been by Silvio Reed's side.
Silvio Reed was the great leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, a king of the world, and Iwan was naturally highly respected.
Because he was aloof and solitary by nature.
"Three seconds? If you are Iwan Martinez, I'll let your head roll in three seconds!"
The church apostle wearing a wide-brimmed hat had a grim expression, with his right hand placed on the sword at his waist, ready to strike at any moment.
