"Hell! Facing death, still cursing me?"
Beating the enemy until they call you father should be satisfying, but being called dad by a lowlife like the Celestial Mandate Emperor is even more venomous than cursing him for having a son without a... whatever.
Lynn couldn't feel any satisfaction, so he decided to let the man cursing him die quickly.
The assault in his hand didn't stop; the coarse iron sword infused with demigod-level fighting spirit was even more terrifying than the legendary divine weapons. Every strike could shatter a heap of protection tools and take one of Celestial Mandate Emperor's lives.
He only had eight lives in total, and Lynn took the first seven in just one minute. The last one was not for killing instantly but not giving him a quick death.
"It's your turn."
Completely ignoring the howling of the Celestial Mandate Emperor, Lynn slashed his hand and foot tendons with a few strikes, then stepped back, leaving the stage temporarily to Helena.
