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Scapegoat

Creed's eyeball frantically shook in the sockets when he saw an old man blocking their paths. The glistening black tux worn by this old man and his gray beard couldn't be more dandy. 

He had black hair but his temples seemed to have lost the natural pigmentation, giving the signs of old age catching up to him. A vitalizing elegance dripped from every pore of his skin. 

However, Creed's attention was light years away from his outer appearance. The only thought that came to his mind right now was 'Death''.

Surprisingly, even though this old man didn't have jaw-dropping chakra control, Creed could overhear the alarms of uncertainty and potential hazard constantly blaring inside his mind. 

In fact, this old man was so strong Creed didn't even bother to gau

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