The member of the Blood Clan looked quite young, donned in a fashionable suit, bantering with the Saintess while fighting, his expression carrying a trace of wickedness.
With a sweep of their swords, they clashed with a loud bang and each retreated two steps backward.
The young Blood Clan member chuckled, "Emily, your master isn't here, so why send a little girl like you?"
The Saintess declared, "To deal with you, I alone am enough. William, you have committed numerous evil deeds, having killed more than a dozen people, today is the day I will kill you."
William laughed heartily, "Little girl, when I, William, commanded troops in battles, uniting the north and south of America, your grandfather's grandfather was still in the womb!"
"What of it? After a hundred and fifty years, aren't you still a monster that lives on blood? You were once a talented general, and now what? Nothing more than a murderer, an executioner."
The Saintess retorted, striking a nerve in William.
