The Emperor Slayer watched as the Holy Blood Church burned, thirteen golden coffins howling in the flames.
He suddenly reached out and crushed the illusion, the blood pearls slipping through his fingers turned into wailing wraiths.
"These bugs..."
The Emperor Slayer crushed a fleeing blood bat under his boot: "Are they worthy to be my kin?"
A flicker of malice crossed the Blood God's eyes: "But they worship you..."
"Worship?"
The Sin Fire Tuli Sword suddenly unsheathed three inches, the black blade reflecting the twisted visage of the Blood God: "Who incited the Holy Blood Clan to sacrifice infants' blood? Who hid the Soul-Devouring Array Map in the Golden Council? My Martial Dao thrives on meeting strength with strength, not bullying the weak..."
The scabbard slammed into the Blood God's chest, pinning him to the spire's cross: "Do I need to demonstrate the third clause of the Sword Spirit Contract?"
