A revenge stewed for thirty five years

The white lotus flowers seemed as if they were thousands of kilograms in weight, and Arion had just intended to struggle when he was pressed down by a lotus to the point of kneeling on the ground while countless bones broke within his body.

Pu!

Arion's countenance was ghastly pale as a mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out from his mouth, and he knelt before the tombstone in an embarrassing posture. 

Uriel, beloved friend and student. 

A slave, he was kneeling before the grave of a public sex slave. This caused his eyes to almost split apart and his face turned red as if he was on the verge of going mad.

Xaloc landed while moving step by step toward Arion With an indifferent expression. He was like an unsheathed sharp sword, and the killing intent emanated from him would rise explosively with every stride he took.