" You came from the abyss, but you have holy light. The smell of death has become sweet in your body," Arthur said in a low voice, as if no one else existed. He was only telling Phoenix what he wanted to hear, but it also seemed like he was simply saying what was on his mind. A paragraph of English, with ups and downs, had an indescribable bewitching and unexpectedly solemn feeling. It made those who heard it involuntarily sink in, but they forgot to listen to the content of the sentence.
He stretched out his hand towards Si Huang." I can kiss you…"
Pa--
The malevolent scepter blocked his hand.
It also interrupted his words.
Arthur looked up.
Si Huang curled his lips," No."
The merciless rejection, even the smile on his cold lips, was filled with a frosty coldness.
Arthur's breathing quickened as he took another step forward.
With a swoosh, the ice-cold sword tip slashed down.
