“…What did you just say.”
The surprise on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a rush of killing intent.
Kwaduduk—!
His muscles swelled as if they’d tear his clothes, and his once-wild hair inched and inched skyward.
Sssaaaaaaa—!!!
The hostility pouring off Baek Wol’s body tunneled through the whole alley.
Crrrack—! The wall fractured, and the force surged forward as if to shove back the darkness ahead.
[Not bad, for a little show.]
The man didn’t seem the least bit bothered.
The murderous aura was immense—those behind him were foaming at the mouth and collapsing—yet that one man was the picture of ease.
Hands clasped behind his back, he only looked at Baek Wol. That, Baek Wol could not stand.
‘What is this?’
What the hell was that composure.
To show such nonchalance with him standing right in front of you—what in the world was that.
Utterly alien.
Baek Wol clutched his chest.
Beyond the atmosphere itself, something else snagged at him.
Thump… thump….
Feeling that distinctive thrum from his heart, Baek Wol’s expression crumpled more and more.
‘A noble?’
It was a sensation he only felt from another noble.
Even while sensing that much of a tremor, he saw nothing in that man.
Did that mean a pure-blood of that high a grade?
No, it couldn’t be. Baek Wol…