"A bunch of idiots!"
Upon hearing a group of people mocking Wyatt Barnes, Ismael Mullins couldn't help but curse them in his heart, thinking they were akin to fools.
Who says that under a hundred years old, one can't be stronger than the fourth son of Ducoin City's City Lord, Emanuel Yellow?
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, as he detected a Divine Sense probe of the Monarch Level Immortal Lord, Ismael Mullins's face instantly turned gloomy. At the same time, he turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning towards the one probing him.
The one probing him was precisely the middle-aged man sitting behind him.
"Brother, sorry, I was just curious about your cultivation level... I didn't expect that you, like me, are also a Monarch Level Immortal Lord."
Seeing Ismael Mullins's gloomy face turning around, the middle-aged man immediately gave an awkward smile.
