Chapter 879 Mythic Level

• "I allowed you insects to scuttle about, yet you dared lay a hand on my inheritor. I may linger now as a tattered remnant of soul, but even so, I am not prey for a paltry cult. Tonight I will coat the earth in blood."
• He spoke the words with icy detachment. Every syllable rang like tempered steel across the courtyard.
• Simply standing there, he resembled a mountain that had sprouted legs—immovable, ancient, indifferent.