Lyralei snorted coldly, her fingers digging into her palms so hard that her nails bit into flesh. The anger boiling in her chest made her stomach ache.
"Hahaha, what a good show."
Dame clapped slowly, his laughter echoing with mockery.
"However, I don't care what you came back to do. That woman is right—today, you will die."
"Hehe."
Ethan shook his head and laughed softly, as if he had just heard an amusing joke.
"Malrik and Arza of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, as well as Enzo Vernal, the Supreme Elder of the Vernal Clan, couldn't even touch me—and all of them lost their lives."
His gaze sharpened, murderous intent leaking like frost.
"Now you and a group of inferior Supremes want to take my life… that's nothing short of idiotic talk."
A furious shout exploded from the side.
"You fart!"
Solin appeared beside Dame in a flash, pointing straight at Ethan's nose as he cursed angrily.
