Carson Flores stopped, turned his head, and looked at the young girl beside him.
"Do you wish for me to kill them all right now, or would you rather take revenge personally in the future?"
Carson Flores's words sent a chill through the hearts of the few people who were originally full of aggression. The palace-dressed young woman instinctively took two steps back, her eyes full of caution.
"Who are you?"
The white-haired elder spoke in a low voice, "I asked him; he said he's a Loose Cultivator."
Carson Flores didn't respond to their questions but simply stared at the young girl in front of him.
Spencer Steele pursed her lips tightly; she was faced with a choice.
Her gaze swept across the people in front of her, and a silent sense of terror rose in their hearts.
Was their life really in the hands of this young girl?
Would they die as soon as she spoke up?
Who exactly was this young man? They couldn't sense any strength from him at all.
