"An audience?" Blaze Regret smirked. This Mon Dark really saw himself as some kind of local emperor.
Seeing Blaze Regret standing still, the spirit hunters burst into raucous laughter, evidently considering Blaze Regret a rare source of entertainment in their otherwise dull guard duty.
With cold, indifferent eyes, Blaze Regret's body moved suddenly. His palm, covered in pale yellow flames, forcefully pressed the head of the spirit hunter who had just spoken into the ground.
Witnessing this scene, the smiles on the faces of the laughing spirit hunters froze instantly.
Blaze Regret casually clapped his hands, not even glancing around, and walked straight into the courtyard. The remaining spirit hunters, trembling with fear, felt their legs go weak and did not dare to stop him.
"SSpirit Imperial Master..." one of the spirit hunters finally stammered after a long silence.
