Harvey calmly stepped forward before stomping on Tojuro’s face a few times.

The body didn’t budge at all. Other than Tojuro’s swollen face, there was nothing else that seemed peculiar.

“Are Sword Saints of the Island Nations this weak?”

Harvey let out a sigh before turning around.

Swoosh!

Tojuro furiously opened his eyes, before leaping off the ground and thrusting his sword behind Harvey.

“Die!”

Tojuro wore a vengeful expression; he desperately wanted Harvey dead.

“Sir York! Look out!”