Nadora collapsed in despair, glaring at Orson and Nora with hate-filled eyes.
Nora caught that look and let out a cold smile. "Why not root out every weed? Let her be buried alongside Ku'Jalai."
Orson turned a detached gaze on Nora, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Are you trying to manipulate me?"
Nora flinched. This was a man who slaughtered gods—manipulating him was tantamount to courting death. She quickly shook her head. "God-Emperor, take it as nothing but a jest."
"Relax. Her servant contract is in my hands. She poses no threat to your rule over the Spirit Tribe."
Orson offered an almost lazy smile, which to Nora was a precious reassurance.
With two quasi-God-tier powerhouses fallen, Orson wasn't about to let the opportunity slip by.
He raised the Supreme Arcane Blade, consuming the souls of the Light and Dark Spirit Kings. The Dragon Crystal embedded in the blade pulsed with faint radiance, now infused with two more laws of power.
