The figure seemed to be as light as a feather and practically floated in midair. He carried himself with power.

The figure was clothed completely in black, and only his eyes showed through all the coverings.

“A high-class Martial Saint!” Dustin announced evenly, and his gaze sharpened.

The onlookers were all shocked.

Legendary Martial Saints were rare, and most were in the beginner or intermediate classes. A high-class Martial Saint was nearly unheard of.

Such people practically never made their presence known. They were mysterious and unfathomable.

“Who is this? Why is he hiding his face?” The onlookers were confused and curious.

Dustin eyed the man in black and snickered.

“Mr. Graves, why do you need to hide your identity when you’ve come to kill me?”

The man in black, Gareth Graves, was stunned.

He never imagined that his disguise would be so easily seen through.

“Were you hired by Lord Barbenheim or someone else?” Dustin asked mockingly.

Gareth Gra