The eye stared intently at him, yet it didn't dare make a rash move. A voice, full of conviction, was the only thing that came from the void.
"Everard, I've seen right through you. Your Cultivation was scattered and you perished long ago. Even if a wisp of your Primordial Spirit remains in this world, you're just an ordinary person without any Cultivation now. How do you plan to fight me?"
"Heh heh... I almost fell for your trick. I see it clearly now—you're just putting on a brave front. Killing you now would be as easy as crushing an ant."
Aaron Sinclair waved his hand and returned to his seat. He casually rested his arm on the side and leaned back lazily, his gaze fixed on the eye in the sky.
He spoke in a light tone. "The eye in the sky... you say killing me is like crushing an ant? One shouldn't be so arrogant; it's a good way to get struck by lightning. However..." His voice trailed off as he gave a faint smile.
"You're welcome to try..."
