The middle-aged man gave Dalton a cold glance before snorting.
An indescribable aura quietly emerged, causing Dalton to collapse to his knees.
"You ignorant child, how dare you speak to me in such a manner? In the past, you would have been reduced to a pool of blood by now," the middle-aged man scoffed.
Igor's face Instantly turned grim as he witnessed the situation. His body shuddered slightly, and a surge of energy rose within him as he confronted the middle-aged man.
"This is Blood Spirit Valley, not a place for you to behave with impunity. If you're looking for someone, speak respectfully. If you wish to fight, I'm ready to oblige!" Igor spoke with a cold expression, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
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