"Do you know who I am?"
Longsword held his sword in one hand, his body emanating a murderous aura!
Lowell Tennyson's fame was resounding, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mount Shu and Skyslaughter Sect.
Ordinary martial arts sects would retreat three houses away upon hearing the name of Lowell Tennyson.
Yet the man in front of him dared to kill his sword servants!
"I do," Devlin extinguished a cigarette butt beneath his foot, saying indifferently, "The man I'm killing today is your Lowell Tennyson's person."
"You..."
Longsword felt both shame and anger!
He had lived for decades, and this was the first time someone had threatened him!
"Arrogant fool! You dare kill my sword servant. Today, I shall show you what Lowell Tennyson is capable of!"
With that, he unleashed a sword strike that split the air!
"Take him down!"
Devlin quickly dodged.
Leaning against a tree, he pulled out a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it silently.
