Chapter 1832: What Are You To Me?

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed solely on Michael.

In their view, Michael had been struck by several bone needles and must have been gravely injured and unable to fight back. Taking the twenty drops of Falling Spirit Blood from him would be as easy as pie.

Now, whoever stood in Soren's way would be killed by him.

As for the masked figure in front of him, whose face was unclear, Soren couldn't care less about who he was—he'd kill him first and ask questions later.

However,...