"Pah!"
Li Si Te (Liszt), feeling nauseated, shook off the lines that flashed through his mind; he even felt a surge of envy. Rightfully, the scene of standing atop the seven-colored auspicious clouds, donned in golden battle armor, should have been his to create.
Yet, it was Marquis Nuta who had coolly pulled it off.
"An aberration!"
"A monkey dressed in silk!"
His brows knitted slightly, his form never pausing for a moment. No matter how flashy Dimaria Yuhua Stone's posture was at this moment, to Liszt, it was nothing more than a target for his sword to slash through.
Scorching Sun Sting!
Enveloped in flames, he brandished his Sky-Cleaving Greatsword with a mighty swing, his charged attack brutally colliding.
