Glory

Young Mensa’s eyes were full of fear and obeisance, but the lightning bolt had left his entire body numb. He couldn’t speak a word. Richard slowly drew the sword on his back, “You wanted to know what this sword was for, no? It’s to split open your throat.”

He then placed the sword on Young Mensa’s throat and lightly pressed on it, drawing blood.

A heart-wrenching scream pierced through the sky from one of the viewing platforms, the skies above Richard’s head suddenly growing dark and gloomy. An overbearing force fell down from up high, a silhouette heading in Richard’s direction. Unprepared as he was, Richard couldn’t even move his fingers in the face of this assault. The attacker went beyond the level of a normal saint, reaching legendary might.

Unable to resist, Richard merely shut his eyes in acceptance. It hadn’t crossed his mind that the Mensa Family would be so daring, openly flouting the...