"Hahaha, are you kidding? Still looking so arrogant, Sam?" Malte shouted as his Origin Saint aura exploded. "I am a Saint! You're just a Divine Soul Transcendent. Do you really think you stand a chance against me?"
"We haven't fought yet. And I'm not that far from your level, Malte. Don't forget that I've always beaten you, even when you had a small difference in your favor." The white-haired, serene-looking elder said with no fear in his voice.
Both groups facing each other were quite powerful, generally counting Transcendents among their men.
The only Saint there was Malte, the leader of The Bears sect.
Malte clenched his fists as he heard his rival's confident comments, mainly looking at Sam but occasionally glancing at one of the women near the leader of The Gray Eagles.
That blonde woman was Sam's wife, whom these two rivals had been vying for her favor for over 150 years.
