"Die, scoundrel!"
In a sinister bellow, the Goddess of Conspiracy, Melinoe, wielding two daggers, pounced toward the pretty boy who disrupted the harmony of the Netherworld's household. Dark deathly aura and twisted vitality swirled around her, clinging to the blades like two furious dragons of black and white.
Luo En squinted his eyes; behind him, the golden wheel rotated, positioning to the fifth slot, from which the blood-soaked [warrior] emerged.
He then casually broke off a golden bough from the garden, using it as a sword, unconsciously mimicking Athena's tone when she had tormented him years ago, and spoke leisurely.
"That's all? Let me teach you how to use a sword!"
No sooner had he spoken than the scarlet blood essence stirred the violent Aether Tide. The wind swept through like a storm, and a blazing sword light burst from the tip of the golden branch in Luo En's hand, overwhelming the two daggers with tremendous force and charging straight for Melinoe's throat.
