When O'Brien saw O'Gavin looking like a god of slaughter, he regretted it. Wasn't it just killing a son? After cultivating for so many years, his son should have died long ago. He had already grown indifferent to familial affection; all that remained was his pursuit of power.
Besides, a dead son could always be replaced. This was clearly heading toward a Desperate Struggle. He felt that Olivier had set him up. No wonder Olivier had so readily given him a highgod artifact.
At that moment, Taros arrived.
With a sweep of his long whip, it lashed out at O'Gavin like an enormous serpent. Water flowed over the serpent's surface, gleaming with a faint deep-blue light as it struck like a prehistoric beast.
Whoosh!
O'Gavin was knocked back.
That green-haired fellow is much stronger than the other one, O'Gavin thought. He isn't weaker than me. Where did such an expert come from?
He quickly sifted through the information he knew about powerful experts.
"In Gobada Prison, he was one of the stronger midgods. He knew all the experts at his level in Azure Fire City. Yet on the Yulan Continent, he had only heard that the High Priest was a midgod. As for Olivier, he believed Olivier must have found and refined a midgod divine spark and a highgod divine spark. Otherwise, how could Olivier have broken through to the highgod level in such a short time?"
"It was all because of that Olivier. If not for him, Linley would have been killed long ago, and Kings would not have died." O'Gavin had begun to hate Olivier.
Hate him as he might, he still did not dare trouble Olivier.
"Your opponent is me," Taros said. "O'Gavin, if you want to kill one of our people, shouldn't you defeat me first?"