He clearly realized that Rashal's courteous treatment of Lankros—a Honning man who had lost his homeland—using the etiquette of Huo Ning Empire was undoubtedly an irony.
"Otherwise? Do you want me to personally wipe you out when you're already so frail, almost... a Sixth-order? Or just wait for the last minute of your life to tick away, then feel your own powerlessness?"
Rashal's tone remained as gentle,
"To tell you the truth, I really don't have the heart to make a move against you."
Rashal narrowed his eyes into a smile and spread his hands.
But his movements were tinged with arrogance and unruliness.
That was the declaration of an absolute victor.
The three Marquises of the Blood Clan and the halls to the southeast and north were operating normally, and he would even receive the super high damage reduction buffs from the Blood King Palace. Even if the Pope had a trick up his sleeve to fight desperately for a short time, it wouldn't pose a threat to him.
