"I don't know what the Cardinal of Destiny was thinking, sending a rookie like me, who recently joined the association, to do this kind of job. I'm now just like you, a Zeroth Rank human, and if we really fight, I estimate I'll be knocked out by you in one round... Look, I haven't even had the chance to pay my respects to my senior, the Soul Lord, before you took care of him. As for the other bigwig, the Life Minister, I didn't even have a chance to meet him before you dealt with him too. Shouldn't I be afraid of you?"
The Death Lord smiled a little, pointed at the constantly coughing Fisher, and then took out a small flask from his coat and took a hard swig.
On the other hand, Fisher squinted his eyes after hearing Holan, the Death Lord, and began to ponder carefully, but his hand, which was always on the handle of the Fluid Sword at his waist, did not loosen.
