Odin swung down from Sleipnir, his armor letting out a dull scrape of metal. The hand in its iron gauntlet patted the horse's back.
Sleipnir snorted, lowered its head, and left a string of messy hoofprints across the carpet as it clip-clopped away. It passed through the living room, smashed through the glass, and vanished into the curtain of rain.
He had originally planned to kill He Xiaomeng in a surprise attack and leave. But now, it seemed he had no choice but to face them head-on. To avoid losing another beloved horse, he thought it best to send his mount away first. Mounts had no place in a battle between kings. Though Wa Master was not a Dragon King, with Dragon-Severing Platform in hand, she was indeed worthy of his full attention.
"Gladly."
The four words came from beneath the mask, and then he moved.
Without any warning, Odin vanished from where he stood, leaving only a faint afterimage in the air.
The spearpoint stopped three inches from Amon's chest. A claw had seized it.
Though the hand gripping the shaft had also been torn bloody, it had indeed stopped Odin's attack.
Amon's Dragon Transformation deepened. Bone spurs emerged from his shoulders, and a dragon tail tore through his pants and extended from behind him.
"Hey, hey—" Zhou Minhao's voice wavered. "Even with Blood Rage, his Dragon Transformation shouldn't be this deep, right?"
Wa Master's gaze darkened. Dragon-Severing Platform traced a dim arc in her hand, its blade slashing straight for Odin's neck.
Odin took a step back and avoided the attack.
Once he had steadied himself, he spoke with mild reproach. "Didn't you say you wouldn't stop me? A smart-mouthed bastard like this deserves a spear through the heart!"
Wa Master blinked and replied with perfect justification, "I