Amongst the debris of the now destroyed battlefield, Kahn was barely managing to maintain his consciousness after being targeted by the two demonkin saints out of nowhere. His life was in jeopardy once again.
"Do you really think that anyone can just openly insult the three factions and all the noble clans? And you think you can get away with it just because people are watching?" spoke the demonkin swordsman as his immensely threatening aura oppressed Kahn to the point where multiple cracks formed on the broken platform he was standing.
"You think too highly of yourself, boy. You shall pay for your arrogance for looking down on us!" spoke the second demonkin halberd warrior as he pointed the blade of his weapon at Kahn's neck.
Kahn on the other hand was frozen on the spot. Forget about talking back.. He couldn't even lift his head.
But before anyone could even react… in front of the billions of people watching this match, the saint swung his weapon…
