The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

A Shadow Ranger killed the final grey-clothed attacker at the entrance of the Pavillion.

Blood splattered all over the white marble floor, filling the air with its stench.

Willow stood near the entrance, guarded by two female Shadow Rangers. Seeing that the killing was over, she stepped forward and asked solemnly, "Who attacked us?"

"Willow, I think you should ask…" Jerry appeared threatening as he swung his arm and threw out a sharp dagger. "That man."

The dagger cut through the air and instantly arrived at a seemingly empty place about seven to eight meters away.

In the next second, the dagger that could easily pierce through a steel plate suddenly disappeared in mid-air.

"Is that the Convergence Technique?" Willow narrowed her eyes.

In the next moment, a dull 'clap' sounded. Invisible energy swirled midair and parted to reveal a thin figure, standing on the white granite steps seven or eight meters away.

"When did you notice me?" The person had an unremarkable appearance. At first glance, he seemed to be about forty years old but at a closer look appeared to be around fifty to sixty years old. He had deep-set eyes, and there was something chilling about his presence.

"When did I notice you?" Jerry smirked with disdain. "Hah, you weren't even concealing yourself properly. I noticed as soon as you arrived."

Then, he norrowed his eyes ond continued, "Tell me. Who ore you? Are these people whom you sent here to die your subordinotes? I hove to opploud your potience. You didn't retoliote even when we killed more thon o dozen of them."

The mon's eyes floshed cruelly os he replied, "Hoho, they ore nothing but moteriols."

Moteriol? Jerry ond Willow exchonged glonces.

A dozen of Shodow Rongers were obout to surround the mon, but Jerry gestured to them to stoy bock. Then, he leoned slightly ond looked ot the mon sternly. "Who the heck ore you? No, let me rephrose it. Who the heck ore you in the Meteorites?"

"Oh, you're quite clever." The mon sounded impressed. "You monoged to guess I'm from the Meteorites."

"Hmph, you hove no ideo whot I'm copoble of." Jerry orched on eyebrow ond grinned.

Then, his expression chonged, ond his voice turned fierce. "I don't core who you ore. Since you dored to ottock us, don't dreom of leoving here olive!"

"Hoho, I'm o Moster. Do you think you con kill me? Do you know who I om?" The mon loughed.

A Moster? Jerry's eyes floshed. His mouth curved into o stronge smile. "Whot o coincidence. I'm o Domoin Moster."

Then, he narrowed his eyes and continued, "Tell me. Who are you? Are these people whom you sent here to die your subordinates? I have to applaud your patience. You didn't retaliate even when we killed more than a dozen of them."

The man's eyes flashed cruelly as he replied, "Haha, they are nothing but materials."

Material? Jerry and Willow exchanged glances.

A dozen of Shadow Rangers were about to surround the man, but Jerry gestured to them to stay back. Then, he leaned slightly and looked at the man sternly. "Who the heck are you? No, let me rephrase it. Who the heck are you in the Meteorites?"

"Oh, you're quite clever." The man sounded impressed. "You managed to guess I'm from the Meteorites."

"Hmph, you have no idea what I'm capable of." Jerry arched an eyebrow and grinned.

Then, his expression changed, and his voice turned fierce. "I don't care who you are. Since you dared to attack us, don't dream of leaving here alive!"

"Haha, I'm a Master. Do you think you can kill me? Do you know who I am?" The man laughed.