"Tell me your name, boy," Nirm demanded.
He stopped climbing, hovering a few hundred meters above the capital. The look of hatred on his face was replaced by a gentle smile.
That altitude was not enough to prevent the death of everyone below during combat, but he didn't care.
"Long Qingyi," the handsome young man replied.
His answer was brief, but his voice was soon filled with mockery.
"Tell me, little cuckold, what makes you raise a blade against my wife's family? Is it the one my wife calls Belcuckold?"
"Little cuckold? Belcuckold?" Nirm's smile disappeared, anger returning with full force.
"I'll bring your tongue and that cheeky little girl's to Lord Belgrath on a platter!"
The moment Nirm's voice fell silent, he lunged forward. His sword tore through the air, creating a terrifying pressure toward Qingyi.
Qingyi raised the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword and parried Nirm's blade with a smooth movement.
