Alan froze instantly.
The old man narrowed his eyes and gave Alan a once-over, inspecting him from head to toe. Then, he took a step forward, his voice raspy and threatening.
"Hand over that tier-diamond magic skill—now. Or else… you'll die right here."
Alan bit down hard on his lip, his breathing starting to grow heavy and unsteady.
This intimidating old man in front of him—he had to be one of those legendary big shots.
It was obvious. The other kingdoms were now done playing nice. For the sake of that tier-diamond skill, they were prepared to shed all pretenses.
Realizing this, Alan slowly moved his hands behind his back.
The old man with the crescent-moon hairstyle immediately caught the movement. He sneered.
"Don't tell me you're actually thinking of resisting?"
Alan chuckled as well, completely unafraid. He directly called out the old man's true intentions.
