Just then—
Whoosh—!
Daniel's figure appeared out of thin air.
Everyone had heard the name Faustus, but no one had ever seen what he looked like.
He glanced at the words "Westmoor Manor" on the gate, then walked straight inside.
"Friend, don't go in yet! You'll be blasted back out!"
A powerhouse kindly warned him.
"That's right. The two inside are the ruthless ones ranked first and second."
"I think you'd better not go looking for trouble."
Daniel turned his head slightly and swept a calm glance over them. The corner of his mouth twitched faintly before he continued forward without looking back.
That arrogant demeanor immediately made the surrounding powerhouses burn with anger.
"What is he acting for? Does he think he's Faustus or something? He'll be crying soon enough!"
"This friend truly doesn't know how to read the situation!"
"Hmph. Some people are just looking to die!"
