"No hatred between us?"
Upon hearing Johnny Reid's words, Wyatt Barnes couldn't help but laugh, "You ordered someone to kill me and then claim there's no hatred between us? Or are you saying... you think all of this originated from your son 'Fore Reid', therefore there's no hatred between us?"
"Yes."
Johnny Reid hurriedly nodded.
"You, Johnny Reid, if you had the guts to die standing, I might still respect you a bit. Now..."
Wyatt Barnes spoke indifferently, and before finishing his words, he made a move.
Whoosh!
As Wyatt Barnes raised his hand, the vast Saint Origin within him surged into his hand, and with the rise and fall of his hand, it transformed into a solid palm imprint, whistling towards Johnny Reid.
"No—"
By the time Johnny Reid reacted, the palm imprint Wyatt Barnes unleashed was already inches away, almost hitting him as his words fell.
Boom!!
With a deafening sound, Johnny Reid was blasted to death by Wyatt Barnes's palm strike.
