Aiden glanced at Berlin, a teasing smirk curling on his lips. "Guess I've killed plenty of your kind too," he said casually.
"Humph, do you really think I'll believe that?" Berlin scoffed, creating another set of poisonous swords. "Finding a Poison Saint like me is as rare as finding a true gem."
"Oh, don't get me wrong," Aiden waved his hand dismissively. "I meant the filthy demonic kind you're associated with."
Berlin's expression darkened, fury flickering in his eyes. "How dare you accuse me of being a demonic cultivator!" he roared, his voice laced with venom. The poisonous swords around him crackled with deadly energy, ready to strike.
Aiden remained unfazed, his smirk never faltering. "Oh, come on now, it's written all over your aura. You reek of it," he said, his tone mocking. "I'm not here to debate your character, though. Let's get this over with."
