"With a worthless wretch like you, who doesn't even qualify as trash?!"
His cold, imperious words reached every member of Sabertooth present. In an instant, all their expressions changed drastically—
He actually... dared to openly provoke and mock the master of the strongest guild?!! one Sabertooth member thought in utter horror.
"He actually said our powerful Master Jiemma is worse than trash?!!" Another Sabertooth member's eyes bulged wider than a bull's—
"He just called the master a worthless wretch—" Another Sabertooth member looked utterly horrified!
Even if you were the True God of Death, one of the Ten Wizard Saints, you couldn't openly scorn the leader of the strongest guild like that!!!
He was mad!
He must have gone mad!!
Yes! That was it!! His own overwhelming power must have gone to his head! He couldn't even tell which way was which anymore—
Didn't he know?! Now—
This was no longer the era when his glory reigned?!!
Every member of Sabertooth thought much the same thing.
For a moment, eyes filled with conflicting emotions, anger, and disdain all fixed on the lone figure facing the entire strongest guild—Achill!!
"If you understand, then get out of my way." Completely ignoring the gazes filled with all manner of emotions, Achill shifted his eyes from Yukino, who lay on a stretcher on the floor, to the young Mage beside her. On Jiemma's orders, he was about to strip off her clothes and erase her Guild Emblem. Achill took out his left hand and extended a finger. Before the young man could react, a light tap of his index finger sent him flying with Hadō #1: Sho!
"I don't have time for you to waste. There's only one thing I want to make clear—" Slipping his left hand back into his trouser pocket, Achill