"Go ahead and boast, you're nearly dead anyway, blow it as big as you like." Nearby, a group of Great Demons roared with laughter.
"Truly ignorant, never having witnessed the Divine Skills of the young master." That frigid voice spoke indifferently, "Since my transformation from demon, I've never been taken advantage of by a human, let alone have someone try to take my life."
At this point, the figure in the darkness subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chest, with the image of that little bastard from Peace Town surfacing in his mind.
"Damn it, it's even left a Heart Demon in me."
In the darkness, that frigid voice cursed and swore.
Suddenly, the Training Ground erupted once again with a roar of cheers like a tsunami.
At this moment, everyone's attention was captured by the figure who had just entered the area.
"Look, the Black Prison Sword Monarch is here... Look quick, the Black Prison Sword Monarch has arrived..."
