A Promise Carved in Stone
So Steffan walked towards Julian with a murderous aura, clenching his fists, and spoke coldly.
"Isn't it time to settle the score between you and my Obsidian Wing organization today?"
The moment those words fell, the atmosphere inside the Tyson Family's reception hall became suffocating.
The temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
The pressure radiating from Steffan's body spread like an invisible tide.
Several Silver Realm martial artists immediately felt their breathing become heavier.
Even some family elders unconsciously stepped backward.
A mid-Gold Realm expert.
Such a person was enough to dominate an entire region.
His mere presence was intimidating.
Steffan's sharp eyes remained fixed on Julian.
His killing intent wasn't concealed in the slightest.
Lucas had failed.
Evan had failed.
Several plans had collapsed because of this seemingly harmless young man.
Today, he intended to end everything personally.
