The Boy Who Killed A God: XX

Mane’s gaze was cold as he regarded every single person in the room. He didn’t know any of these people, yet he harbored no good intentions for them; for they had no good intentions for him either. They hadn’t met personally, but he had crossed paths with every single person here. When he fought Nasir and Chichi, as well as an entire squadron of Barbarian warriors, it was because of these old fogies; when he had to put his life on the line against a very impressive Camila, it was once again because of these old guys. Sasha came to his rescue because of these people here. In fact, Mane hadn’t forgotten the face of the one who had rendered him helpless when he appeared. Were it not for Sasha, he would have been brought to the Barbarian Tribe two years ago as a captive. And who knew the kind of torture they would have subjected him to?

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