You Think You're Worthy of Shouting “Sword, Come”?

Everything was a red-hot blur...

Dozens of Forbidden Spell Scrolls exploded in succession. Shockwaves rippled outward with a thunderous roar, spreading in every direction.

Space twisted.

The sea of clouds vanished.

The earth below looked as though a giant hand had slapped it flat, leaving a crater thousands of meters wide.

William stood at the center of the explosions. The barrage left his head spinning, and his HP plunged by 60% in an instant.

The experts behind him were no better off. Once they recovered, they all stared at the P2W Archdemon. Did he have to be this outrageous? They'd only just met. They hadn't even had a warm-up fight, and he'd thrown dozens of Forbidden Spell Scrolls at them as an appetizer. Did his family sell Scrolls or something?

Badelite ignored their stares. Gripping the golden Divine Radiance Halberd, he pointed it at William. "Come on, then! You've got plenty of Scrolls too, don't you?"

"..." William thought for a few seconds. He badly wanted to find Deloxis and have him drag away this heir to a billion-dollar fortune.

Badelite clearly hadn't come for revenge. The fool probably just wanted to let off some steam.

In short...

The Prince really didn't want to fight an idiot from a rich family.

Even if he won, it would be a terrible bargain. He wouldn't dare actually kill Badelite.

Well, more importantly, he might not win.

Why?

Because he feared Badelite might activate the Sun God's Essence Blood within him.

If that happened...

Badelite could even beat a Saint senseless.

The Sun God was a Main God. Even a mere phantom of him could thrash an ordinary Saint...

Why else could Badelite act so cocky? And why would Deloxis, a reincarnated Deity, suck up to a fool who had only recently appeared?