At this point.
Everyone from the Eastern and Western Sides had arrived.
The Dragon Kingdom's side was led by White Garment and Gunman, supported by the Dragon Kingdom's strongest Eight Awakenings fighters.
The West had the Pope, Old Bat, the Holy Arbiter, the Great Sage, and Eve, whose allegiance remained questionable.
Almost all of Blue Star's peak combatants were present.
Gunman kicked things off. Black energy swirled around his black spear, and a murderous aura spread. "Fuck, I just fucking hate the sight of you yellow-haired freaks. Who's first?"
"That mouth on your master... gives my Old Ninth a run for his money."
Overlord privately marveled.
Gunman had none of the bearing expected of a Nine Awakenings master.
His mouth was full of curses, and he acted brazenly and domineeringly.
The Pope and the others exchanged glances. Seeing no way to avoid this, they all fell silent.
Even without White Garment, Gunman alone was enough to give them a headache.
The guy could only fight once before he died.
Why get into a spat with a dying man?
He clearly intended to take someone down with him, and no one wanted to stick their neck out.
"Why are you all hanging your heads? Thinking about your mothers? Forgot to bring their memorial tablets?" Gunman kept dragging the Pope's family into his insults. Even this representative of God, who always preached benevolence, lost his composure.
"Can't you speak properly?"
"Fuck your mother." Gunman pointed right at the Pope's nose and let loose.
"You old bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"
The Pope planted his divine staff on the ground, ready to attack.
"Simple profanity, ultimate satisfaction." Overlord couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up.
Gunman really knew how to live.
If something pissed him off, he cursed it out, then fought.