A murderous aura enveloped the entire room. Outside, many of the villagers calmly went about their business, oblivious. What was happening here had nothing to do with them.
In fact, they hadn't the slightest inkling. Who could have possibly imagined that the old man living next door was a supreme expert?
In the entire village, only this one family consisted of Cultivators; the rest were ordinary fishermen. The reason this place was always so safe was largely due to the Guardian's help, which kept it completely secure. Not a single Demon Beast ever managed to attack.
Even violent storms rarely passed through. With a Half-step Saint King Level expert present, what could possibly disturb them? Natural disasters and tempests were trivial matters for a supreme expert, things that could be obliterated with a single punch.
