A spar? A show of force

"What do you say?"

"Imu!"

As the Five Elders heard that name, shock covered all five faces. Their hearts shook, and disbelief welled up within them.

"Impossible!"

"How could he know our lord's name?"

Even Imu, who resided in the Flower Room, fell silent.

"To be a righteous marine and play some boring game of justice?"

"Is that your choice?"

A low voice rang out.

"Exactly!"

"To me, that's quite an interesting thing to do!"

Xia Le nodded as he spoke.

"Then."

"As you wish!"

Imu spoke calmly.

"Also."

"Please forget everything that happened here as soon as possible."

Xia Le nodded. "There aren't any interesting memories here worth cherishing anyway."

After that, everything fell quiet again.

The Five Elders all stared at him, sinking into an eerie silence.

"You should count yourself lucky that you reached an agreement with our lord."

"Otherwise, your departure from this place would mark the beginning of a disaster."

Saint Marcus Mars spoke gravely, the white beard on his chin trembling as he spoke.

"I told you, your threats mean nothing to me!"

Xia Le slowly stood. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a dark, icy expression.

"If I hear another threat like that."

"I promise I'll make you experience the true meaning of disaster!"

The Five Elders froze, their expressions turning exceedingly grim.

But there was nothing they could do. That brief exchange had given both sides some understanding of each other.

There was probably little difference in their strength. Yet his bizarre immortal body gave him a relative advantage.

For the time being, they truly had no way to deal with him.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving!"

A smile returned to Xia Le's face as he turned around.

"I came here to attend the Reverie and put forward