Prince Tyrant stood proudly, adorning golden armor and a fluttering crimson cloak. He looked like a mighty pole and the flag was his cloak.1

“Do you know why I didn’t leave when you were busy with Kun Prince?” He uttered coldly.0

“Perhaps you could have escaped if you had run then.” Feiyun said. 0

“Hmph, I am Prince Tyrant of the Golden Crow, although this is only an avatar, I will not run. True masters never yield, to have fear is to suffer inevitable defeat.” He said.0

“So prideful, then why did you hand over the hell armor to me last time?” Feiyun sneered.0

The prince snorted...0