Chapter 1434

"I didn't kill anyone. I merely squashed an insignificant insect. Does that bother you?" Perseus stood before Lance and Ramona, shielding them and staring at the newly arrived Jorlandian. The man was in his 40s and had a dark complexion. He wasn't tall—in fact, he was skinny—but his cheekbones were high. There was this subtle inner energy coursing through him. The Jorlandian was actually a freaking ancient martial arts expert. With that said, he didn't have much inner energy. He was actually weaker than Lance. "You fucking moron!" Grisha Yudin roared. He glared at Perseus and held his scabbard with one hand. However, someone mumbled something in his ear, and he lowered his hand. Then, he gave Perseus both an alarmed and confused look. "Who are you?" Grisha's tone softened a little, but the maliciousness in his eyes was as intense as ever. "I will tell you my real name and background. I'm the world's strongest fighter… Well, I'm the grandson of the world's strongest fighter,