Everyone's attention instantly focused on the Holy Grail.
Mizuma Atsushi was taken aback, then laughed. "Young man, the gods have heard your oath. Even if you're a Vampire with an immortal body, breaking your oath will still cost you your life on the spot. Do you regret it now?"
When Fang Cheng had used his blood to make weapons, the well-informed Mizuma Atsushi had already guessed that he was a Vampire.
This little bastard was as sly as a fox, and wanted to use his immortal body to cheat.
Who would've thought he'd end up shooting himself in the foot? The gods had personally witnessed his oath, and even a Vampire couldn't defy divine power. Otherwise, he'd surely die.
Sato Hayato immediately looked at Fang Cheng with concern.
Fang Cheng, meanwhile, looked shocked, as if his scheme had been exposed. He stared at the Holy Grail for a long moment before finally saying, "I'm a man of my word. If breaking my oath means death, then there's nothing more to say. Let her go."
Mizuma Atsushi was reassured. With a great and wise god as the judge, what was there to worry about?
He immediately waved his hand. "Release her."
The two cultists immediately let go of Sato Mai.
Strength returned to Sato Mai's limp limbs. Holding up her skirt, she hurried down from the Blood Pool and ran toward Fang Cheng and Sato Hayato.
She had to stop when she reached the deep trench, her face full of worry.
Fang Cheng raised his hand and flicked it. The blood flowing from his wound turned into a long line, with a small ball at its tip.
The ball and line touched Sato Mai, and the line immediately wrapped around her slender waist.
The line was as thick as two fingers,