Chapter 811 Damnation

• The old man's lips curled, his eyes shining with the feral pride of a wolf that had finally scented blood.
• Back when Jaziel stepped forward and swatted away the Divine Transformation Level fighter aside, the old man had recognized him at once—every rumor said the youth moved like living thunder, and now he had seen it with his own eyes.
• Yet he had not struck immediately; instead, he stood perfectly still, every sinew tight, listening for the hidden heartbeat of any guardian who might lurk behind Jaziel.