If anyone still thought themselves powerful before, that notion vanished instantly upon seeing the man in the blood-red cloak.
This was a true monarch!
He walked slowly in the night, his steps deliberate like an elder at the twilight of life.
Yet no one dared to underestimate him.
The formidable aura emanating from him struck fear into the hearts of all.
This was undoubtedly a formidable powerhouse nearly reaching the half-step Martial Sovereign level!
Brute's expression instantly turned shockingly horrified, he hurriedly said, "Camus, it's been three years, and your strength has actually..."
Camus glanced at Brute indifferently, saying, "Brute, three years and your strength remains the same, how foolish you are."
Brute snorted coldly, "Three years apart, you must have had some fortuitous encounter, right?"
Camus chuckled softly, saying lightly, "Nothing significant, just acquired a drop of Ancestor's Blood."
Ancestor's Blood!
