Not Enough

A blade of the highest grade—once drawn, it must taste blood.

Tier Anglaus's heart skipped a beat.

Was it a threat, or merely a bluff? He needed to calm down and think it over.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you toying with me, Saint?"

To his surprise, Long Yi had no intention of giving Tier Anglaus time to think.

His expression darkened as he effortlessly wrested the initiative from the other man and took it into his own hands.

Want to test him?

Then pay the price!

"I wouldn't dare. I was merely momentarily distracted by what I heard and made Saint Yatogami Long Yi laugh at me."

With no way out, Tier Anglaus naturally did not dare utter a single refusal. He could only suffer in silence, regretting that he had been the one to step forward first.

The risk of inspecting this blade was far too great.

"Laugh at you? No. You, Saint Tier Anglaus, kept insisting on seeing my family's famed blade. I was generous enough not to hold your disrespectful conduct against you despite your lowly standing, yet now you're the one hesitating?"

Staring at the middle-aged man, who was several decades older than himself, Long Yi's words were anything but polite. Yet on second thought, there was nothing wrong with them.

After all, he had just formally announced before rulers from across the world that he had become the wielder of the Yatogami Family's blade. And Tier Anglaus still had the nerve to come over and ask to see it?

Why should he get such a good deal without paying a price?

"I was presumptuous. Please do not take offense, Saint Yatogami Long Yi."

Since childhood, Tier Anglaus had always been the one looking down on others with his head held high. When had