Sh*t!

Someone was there.

Darryl was shocked, but he was ready to defend themselves.

He saw a white-haired man in torn clothing. The man looked like a beggar, but his huge body size was intimidating.

His face was skinny, and there was a long scar on his forehead, but his eyes were so alert that they shone.

Another thing that Darryl noticed was the man had lost a leg. He used a black sword as his walking stick. The blade was black; one side of the sword was sharp, and the other was blunt.

The sword looked similar to the Tang Sword that Sloan had used. However, when he saw it closer, it was much wider than the Tang Sword.

Darryl gulped; he had never expected to find a cripple in the valley.

What surprised Darryl was his power; he knew that the person's ability exceeded his expectations. He was not able to feel the man's strength.

At that moment, Jewel stood forward from behind Darryl's and shouted bravely, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

As she spoke, Jewel stared at the