Roger's Guardian Spirit had devoured a part of the Crow Tengu's Spiritual Body, and by then, Aian San had already fallen from his former realm. Before he could even get up, a fierce sword light slashed down from the air.
Spurt!
Desperately trying to dodge to the side, Aian San still had an arm severed by the Sword of Destiny.
"I was going to cut it off sooner or later, why did you bother reattaching it in the first place?"
"You... you!" Aian San gasped for air, staring at Roger with hatred-filled eyes.
"Listen to me, I am a disciple of the Ran'ei Divine Master, and many years from now I even have a chance to become the new Divine Master."
"It's no big deal if someone like Ishii Shinichi died, but I'm different."
"If you dare kill..."
"Spurt!"
Aian San's mouth opened wide, and a large amount of blood gushed out. He tried to lower his head, but found his head immobilized.
A pale Longsword pierced through his mouth and out from the back of his neck.