บท 61: Surrendering Whispers

Witnessing the impossible thing in the sky, the masses were bewildered. No one in their entire life had thought that a martial spirit of 8th grade could exist in this lower realm.

Fomeid was no different, he gazed at the Griffwolf with his mouth agape, "How did he get an 8th grade spirit? I heard the king had a 4th grade spirit." The confused bearman said.

"Yes, it was. But not anymore." Feroza answered.

The bearman snapped, "Are you shitting me?"

The old werewolf laughed. "Why would I? I am not a funny person, people say."

Bearman pondered for a while before clenching his fist, "I'll kill you first and think of it later."

"Haha, are you capable, you are at the 4th level of Nascent Soul and I am 5th."

The man from Brownmane smirked. "Let me show you."