He raised his hand toward Isaac, then pointed at himself. He then burst into laughter and said, "Brat, do you truly believe you stand a chance against me? To be honest, I don't want to kill you at this moment."
Morgan's hands clasped behind his back. His expression was marked by a cold smirk.
"Then, you may as well leave now. Give me half a year..."
"No, no! They say you grow fast, much like your late father." Morgan cut off Isaac abruptly, dismissing his plea with a wave of his hand. With that, he stepped forward and swung his right hand.
A blue beam of light, which was faster than anything Isaac had ever encountered, darted straight toward his heart, leaving him no opportunity to react or defend with his spiritual energy.
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