"Jacob." Yaruta was furious. His Qi suddenly surged out from all over his body, and the murderous weapon, the Autumn Sword, had no intention of hiding its sharp Swordmind.
Crack! The hairband on Yaruta's head was torn apart by his Qi. His head of white hair scattered everywhere, like a madman.
He was famous in Nihonland. He was the second to none, the forging swordmaster. In order to show his superiority, he usually dressed up as an ancient saint. However, at that moment, he was extremely furious. He was exuding his Qi without any hesitation, and the accessories on him exploded one by one.
"Fletcher is dead. Do you still want to serve him?" Jacob asked strangely. Yaruta seemed to be very furious. Oddly, it was not because of Fletcher's death. Why was that?
"I, Yaruta, serve
