"You should have at least waited for us to get here before you did anything, McEnda."
"Come one, Westley. The kid annoys me to hell and back but he's still my son, so why would I sit back and watch some idiots plan to kill him?"
"I agree with him. That fool suggested killing the person my beloved granddaughter likes…if he didn't kill the idiot, I would have done it myself."
Hearing the words of Demon Kings McEnda and Valren respectively, Westley only smiled wryly and shook his head.
Despite this nonchalant conversation, the auras the three men exuded were enough to make the weaker gods quake in their boots, instinctively telling them that if they made one wrong move, they were done for.
The god Kings didn't just sit back, and they immediately geared up for a fight.
