"Lord Zuo Yan, all those useless people at the Orochi Shrine are now gone."
"I don't know what our next step should be!"
Sato Sword sheathed his sword, returned to Zuo Yan's side, and said respectfully.
A glint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Su Tong and the others, making them feel as if their skin were being slashed by blades. This showed how powerful Sato Sword's Sword Intent was.
"Lord Sato, your prowess remains undiminished."
"To think that you, ranked fifteenth on the Divine List, could kill an Onmyoji with a single strike. Truly impressive."
"I wonder who's stronger between you and this young friend here?"
Zuo Yan glanced at Ye Tian intentionally or not and then smiled at Sato Sword.
"Lord Zuo Yan, you jest. I am almost 130 years old; I am old, very old."
"How can I compare to these young Heavenly Prides."
Though Sato Sword spoke modestly, the pride on his face did not diminish. On the contrary, it burned even more intensely.
