"Tiger, give me an explanation for this! Do you want to break the contract?" A middle-aged man appeared in the sky floating in front of Mad Beast Emperor. He had a six feet height and slender body. His pupils and hair were red. He was wearing a red jacket over a red t-shirt and jeans.
His aura was no less than Mad Beast Emperor. That means he was the Half-Saint of Dark Raven.
"Raven, I don't give the damn about my contract. But I keep my words only if you keep your words. You know how much I dislike and despise underhanded tricks. Now, you must give me an explanation. Why did you use an underhanded trick against my disciple? WHY?" Mad Beast Emperor Slaughter Spirit was going wild at the moment.
The Half-Saint of Dark Raven instantly understood the situation and spoke with a hoarse tone "Tiger, you might be a berserk psychopath but you still understand the human words, right? I represent Dark Raven and no one else has such right."