"Ah...!"
The next second, Higurashi Gushan, clad in white, appeared in front of Roger, and he placed his hand on top of Roger's head. The murderous energy inside seemed to have found an outlet, crazily pouring into Higurashi Gushan's palm.
Roger stimulated his own vital energy, desperately trying to suppress the urge in his heart.
He didn't know how long it had been. He was sweating profusely, panting heavily, almost collapsing to the ground.
"Heh... Heh."
Roger lifted his head and saw a change in Higurashi Gushan as well; his facial expression had become strange, a red light flashing across his eyes.
Though still appearing detached and cold, at this moment Higurashi Gushan looked utterly unfamiliar, as if in the next second he would draw his sword and slay him.
Higurashi Gushan extended his hands.
Slowly, the condensed killing intent gathered from his hands, he slowly grasped the hilts at his waist.