The arrogant voice made Young Master Jin extremely angry; no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. He turned his head to look.
He noticed that the newcomer was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, tall with a red outfit, carrying a treasured sword on his back.
His face exuded an unruly arrogance, as if he looked down on everyone. Young Master Jin didn't recognize this guy, so he was ready to admonish this ignorant young man.
However, the butler beside him immediately recognized this god of death and quietly nudged Young Master Jin, saying,
"Young Master, have you heard of a swordsman in the cosmos named Wan Jianchou? That's him.
No matter how high your level is, or how fantastic your Power of Laws is, he can kill you. We can't afford to offend this person; I think it's better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Let's allow him to fight Zhao Yi first. That way, we can reap the benefits without the effort."
