Flying Heads

Patriarch Sui kicked the skull, which then tumbled several times.

"Huuuu." Patriarch Sui let out a long, deep breath as if all the weight on his body had been lifted.

"I have begun taking my revenge at last."

"Thank you, Young Master, for allowing this old man to avenge his family!" The patriarch knelt on his knees and pounded his head three times on the floor.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

I was surprised by his actions and unprepared for them, so I did nothing except continue to observe as the old man's head struck the ground three times.

"Ahem, enough of those, old man. You shouldn't pass away before you enter the arena, in my opinion."

"Haha, I'm sorry."

I disregarded the looks and focused my attention on Dray on the battlefield.

‘Psshh, start acting! idiot!’

In my mind, I cursed.

And Dray naturally picked up on the message.

For a little period, Dray dropped to one knee, his hands on the axe, supporting it against the ground as he took a deep breath.

Steam could be seen emanating from his bod