If Tacet Discords could speak, Thunderclap Scale would have unleashed a stream of curses.
This was just bullying a Tacet Discord.
Helpless, he turned to leave.
But the roar of that engine grew louder and louder, until a Motorcycle engulfed in flames stopped in front of him.
On the Motorcycle, Glacio Rider held up his broadblade and watched in silence.
Thunderclap Scale was getting angry.
He was already leaving, yet the other fellow had actually gone out of his way to stop him!
A mere Overlord-Class-who hadn't been at that level once?
He summoned purple lightning, which crackled all around him.
Glacio Rider showed no particular reaction.
He merely swung his broadblade down in front of Thunderclap Scale.
A string of Gulpuffs was skewered on its edge.
Thunderclap Scale froze at the sight.
What's this?
Glacio Rider simply pushed the blade a little closer, making his meaning obvious.
Help yourself. There's plenty more in here.
If Tacet Discords could cry, Thunderclap Scale would have been sobbing by now.
Now this was family!
Still, a faint question had been lingering in his mind since earlier.
Just how many Tacet Discords of Overlord-Class or higher had this terrifying king subdued?
Outside, in the Pavilion on Mt. Firmament.
Ling An watched the two women playing a game, bored out of his mind, and yawned.
He never bothered with what went on inside the Tacet Field.
His little underlings were all obedient and sensible. As long as they didn't break his Gourd, they could do whatever they liked.
As for Thunderclap Scale, he would more or less recover to Overlord-Class after devouring a few more Tacet Discords.
Ling An wasn't worried about that.
Counting on his fingers, Ling An realized that he now had quite a few respectable underlings in his Gourd.
Among the