Chapter 772

Just as he finished speaking, a figure in green appeared under the night sky. Despite having a haggard expression, that person still seemed like a prideful lone wolf. "Not bad, Dorian." Jason nodded at Dorian. "I am nothing but a defeated hound. Please don't laugh at me, sir." Dorian slightly lowered his head. Although he was a prideful person, he would not dare show Jason any disrespect. "Sit." Jason flicked his palm, and a wooden stool glided across the ground, stopping right behind Dorian. Dorian nodded and then took a seat. "Durendal is taken from you. How does it feel?" Jason asked. "The strong will always dominate the weak," Dorian spoke calmly. "Do you feel hatred?" Jason asked with a smile. "I do. I hate myself for being weak, but I don't hate them at all. This time around, I suppose they have taught me a lesson." Dorian sneered. Durendal was as important as his own life. He was justifiably livid since it was now taken away from him. Moreover, those six people had infl