“What do you mean by that?”0

“If you’re so curious, why don’t you prove yourself first? I haven’t surrendered yet. You’ve defeated my Demon Knights, but not me.” 0

Hagane gave a faint smile, gesturing at his legs. “Didn’t you say you’d cut them off?”0

“I didn’t know the Demon King had a knack for wagging his tongue.”0

“Well, I rule a realm. I ought to be able to wield words skillfully.”0

“Even the Spirit Kings, rulers of the Spirit Realm, have made pacts with me.”0

“Are you comparing me, a sovereign, to those seven spirits who can barely govern one realm? And you couldn’t even subdue all seven of them.” 0

Hagane raised his single-edged sword and rested it on his shoulder. “Seems that you also like running your mouth.”0

Thoom…!0

Tired of the empty talk, Karyl drove his foot into the ground and charged. In response, Hagane swung his sword lightly, and red tendrils surged from the blade. 0

“Blood Blade.”0

The Demon King planted his sword into the ground, and a vast crimson pool spread out from beneath his feet. 0

“Everyone, retreat!”0

Sensing the danger, Karyl instinctively warned his companions. They hurriedly backed away, distancing themselves from the spreading crimson. 0

“I’ll watch how far your strength takes you. But if I’m disappointed, you die here.”0

Red tendrils shot out in all directions...0