Chapter 824 Honorary Young Marshal (Part Two)

• From the black-clad middle-aged man, he sensed a thin, chill threat. The guy’s depth was unfathomable, like a still, dark pool with no bottom. Even he couldn’t read him.
• And the man’s slightly raised temples—classic sign of a martial artist—made him stop short. He’d almost never met someone whose level he couldn’t see through. Was this guy really on par with him?
• “This man’s name is Shadowkill. He’s the King’s personal bodyguard. Even I’m not his match. Maybe only you can take him.”