"Really? Too many people have wanted to kill me, and they all say the same thing. Yet, here I am, still alive and well. No one has ever managed to finish me off. I have to say, my luck seems pretty good. And by the looks of it, you won't be able to kill me today either. After all, my luck is excellent."
Lin Kuang said with a laugh, looking at Delar. The Nameless Sword in his hand trembled slightly, emitting a low hum—a signal that it was ready to attack.
"You are arrogant, Easterner. Since you desire death so greatly, I shall grant your wish. I will let you experience the true strength of the Blood Clan. I will show you just how terrifying the power of a Blood Clan Elder can be! Faced with my power, annihilation is your only path, your only choice!" Delar's tone was forceful, his words ringing like clashing steel.
Hearing this, Lin Kuang scoffed dismissively. "Is that so? In that case, save your breath and show me just how powerful a so-called Elder like you really is!"
