From the moment Orson stepped onto the Awakening Battlefield and accepted the challenge, he knew there was no turning back.
Now exposed to the gods' gaze, carrying the will of BlazeKing, and having taken up the mantle of Chaos Sect Leader, he was destined to face endless pursuit.
The fragments of divine artifacts, though priceless, were nothing more than trinkets to him. He had only one goal: kill them all.
"I won't accept this! I demand a fair fight!" Flame Lord's eyes burned with fury. Even at death's door, she hadn't been able to see her enemy's face. To die such a frustrating death—it was unbearable for someone who had once ruled as a famed King-level adventurer.
She refused to believe this man deserved the title of War Supreme.
"Weaklings don't get to negotiate with me." Orson replied coldly, throwing her words back at her without emotion.
"Flame Burst!"
Flame Lord roared her final defiance, unleashing her strongest SS-grade battle technique.
