Blood Clan Master

"Swoosh!"

With a surge of blue light, Jonathan stepped forward, surpassing the speed of sound in an instant, piercing through the void.

Behind him, a sword aura followed suit, directly transforming into a massive light sword that cleaved towards Nitat's head.

"Bold move!"

Nitat's lips curved into a smile, genuinely surprised by Jonathan's audacious attack.

The wager he proposed meant that regardless of whether Jonathan won or lost, he would bear the lives of hundreds...