Medanzo smiled faintly: "Sorry, but I don't remember you, a mere minion."
He turned and walked down the stairs, standing on the deserted, silent long street.
Snap.
A crisp snap of the fingers.
Countless Swords of Radiance floated above the city, and the scorching sunlight fell like a torrential rain, sweeping every corner of the ruins. The specters hidden in the darkness had nowhere to hide and evaporated like boiling steam, dissipating in the Burning Wind.
"Really boring, why don't you come out and fight me instead, old friend."
Above Medanzo's head floated a halo of sunlight constructed of Swords of Radiance, his pupils burning brightly like the sun, his black trench coat fluttered in the wind like a battle flag.
"Gong Yu... no, I should call you Gong Cheng, that's your original name. You know, these minions split from you can't possibly be my match. Frankly, I also don't understand why you devoured them back then. Were these wretches really that significant to you?"
