Chapter 257: The Speed at Which You Draw Your Sword to Kill Him Needs to Be Faster

"Whoosh!" A razor-cold gale swept over the Santee family's martial grounds without warning. Rosalyn Santee and the killers surrounding her tightened, their hearts sinking. A young figure steeped in indifference appeared before them. The instant Rosalyn recognized him, frost spread across her face. A triumphant smile curled at her lips, as if her scheme had finally snapped shut. "You actually came. Hahaha… you really came…" Her grin turned feral. She leveled the whip in her hand toward Benson...