"I also have the demon bloodline. If you want to come and kill me, come! I will take all of you on!" Lawrend shouted and turned to face the Third Ancestor.
For a moment there, the Third Ancestor thought he was facing a primordial beast that escaped the shackles of the Goddess. Cold sweat poured down his back. He hadn't felt fear in so long, but it was warning him to not trigger Lawrend.
"You're still an Earth Mage! There are seven Heaven Mages in the clan. Do you really dare take all of us on!?"
His voice reverberated to the ears of the crowd, causing them to hear a constant ringing. The previous Clan Heads, like Paeia, furrowed their eyebrows and mentally prepared to defend if a spell was thrown out.
"Of course, I dare!!"
Lawrend didn't hesitate anymore. He was angry at his loss of Valentina. His whole body overflowed with fire and darkness mana.
