Chapter 15:

Levi looked at Arista, his smile fading, his face as cold as frost and snow. As he condensed power in his hand, a blazing fire erupted within his palm. “From ancient times to now, you are the first to provoke my wrath like this.”

Arista lay trembling on the ground. “Sir, that person... is talking to you...”

The white figure angrily roared, “You villain! How dare you underestimate me!” With that said, it lunged towards Levi, who raised his hand. The fire in his hand condensed into a shield, blocking the white figure. Finally, he turned his eyes, his pupils filled with murderous intent. “Enchilarse Sword Spirit. You also want to die so badly.”

The white figure sneered, “Just a soul still dares to be arrogant. Levi, you’ve been arrogant for thousands of years.”

As if reminiscing, Levi’s gaze grew even colder. He raised his hand, and the fire formed a net, but in a blink, the white figure escaped the fiery trap, and the white energy condensed into a sword, thrusting towards his heart. The