Clang!
Suddenly, with a shocking sound, Blood Phase was already on Prajna's other side, holding a dark red longsword. He preferred using a sword to kill, as if it made him appear more refined, rather than a bloodthirsty Demon Dao.
"I am already very clear about your hatred, and I don't mind you taking down these two foul women, but there's one question—" Blood Phase's steel claws scraped along the longsword, creating an ear-piercing screech: "Bald donkey, how can you guarantee that I won't kill you before you get your revenge? You wouldn't think betrayal comes without a price, would you?"
"I certainly don't have the arrogance to think I can withstand you three, especially with a stronger Heavy Rain Messenger among you," Prajna said serenely, "If it weren't for the Helan Family arriving, I wouldn't strike immediately but would stall you."
