These idiots had harassed his people, made noise in his lands and disrupted his very important discussion with Jamal.
The hatred in his heart surged, and the flower tattoo immediately changed into a black aconite.
"Black Monarch of Sanya. Do you dare fight me?" The woman shouted out loudly with a voice that was like a thunderclap that shook the surroundings. She intended to attract as many gazes as she could.
To a lot of warriors in Valhalla, the Depths of Gloom was filled with so many divine artefacts that were like a ripe peach for the taking. They were extremely disgruntled that such a place was under the control of someone so unknown, if not for the Einherjer's alliance with Sanya, a lot of them would have gone ahead to wage war on Sanya.
"So impatient to die." Xaloc wondered aloud.
The woman strode forward before raising her hand and smashing out with her palm.
