In a brief exchange of blows, he could sense Whitaker Dog's formidable strength.
Someone with this level of power could absolutely not be an unknown figure!
And take a look at the scene before them!
A coffin, funeral banners, paper money!
Plus the blaring suona horns and brass gongs!
Mourning clothes!
Burlap mourning cloth!
Brant Fairbanks suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"Hold on!" Just as people from Ocean Academy were about to leave, Whitaker Dog suddenly spoke up.
"What? You still want to tangle with us! We backed down, don't push your luck!" Brant Fairbanks suddenly turned around, filled with intense killing intent!
He wanted to use this killing intent to show the surrounding martial artists just how strong he was!
The reason for retreat was due to benevolence and righteousness, not cowardice!
Cold!
That's the feeling all the martial artists had.
Gloomy cold!
The chill emanating from Brant Fairbanks was almost palpable.
