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The air crackled with unspoken animosity as they engaged in a tense, emotional banter, the weight of past grievances and unspoken conflicts hanging heavily between them. As the conversation reached a fever pitch, Satan's chilling words cut through the air like a blade, informing Asmo that he was right at the door. In a swift and calculated motion, Asmo summoned his "Saber," a formidable weapon that served as the extension of his very being. The blade materialized, its form reminiscent of a dark, solidified storm cloud, crackling with an otherworldly energy that bespoke its deadly purpose.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

"Now that's neat…I guess beating this guy were probably thanks to my fighting knowledge and my swords…if I got hit by it's attack just now, I probably seriously injured by now…well I guess it's stupidity was also make this much easier.." Seeing no one sees what I just got, immediately crushed both skills shards with my bare hand. Instantly I felt a surge of warm air run through my hand and through my whole body, at the same times my senses sharpened, my eyes can see clearly, I can hear Elijah heartbeat (Even though she was 30meter way from me and standing near the door), It felt like I just got a spider sense. It was quite uncomfortable at first, but after standing still for a full 2 minutes

If they want the stuff so much, will get the last after the newborn. "Report, the mistress already come." The servant kneels down. "Let her in" Elder 1 very happy face can't be hidden, he just more eccentric this time. "Elder 1, this is the stuff I mentioned earlier." She orders the servant to bring the table to the middle hall, put the sword there for everyone to examine. The weapon similar to normal stuff, no aurora comes out like a unique sword. "This is it!" The leader takes the sword, holds it like his girlfriend. His power increasing drastically, one swing point the table and gets spilt.

Sara’s saber began to glow with a golden hum, its light pulsating and radiating power. Danial’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. The sword had transformed, and something in its aura warned him to be cautious. He took a deep breath, instinctively stepping back as he realized this was no ordinary blade. He could feel the energy crackling around it, vibrating in the air. Sara’s lips curved into a confident smile. She waved her saber in a swift arc, the light from the blade shimmering in the dim underground training hall. "Don't blink, Danial. You’ll miss it," she said, her voice filled with thrilling anticipation.

I need a weapon and must shift in order to look. The large room I land in has one piece of furniture with four bare walls. I hit gold when I discover the only cabinet holds weapons. I choose a well-balanced long sword with a jeweled handle. Getting it up to the tower room takes a bit of diligence, but I manage by holding it tight in my talons. As an eagle shifter, I have certain abilities greater than an ordinary eagle but not grossly so, and the sword pushes the limits of what I can carry. Once I've lugged it inside, I rest it on the bed and shift.

Its handle is gold and seems to have a dragon coiled around it. "The sacred weapon," Elijah said. Elijah couldn't help but be nervous because he was unfamiliar with this sword. He hesitated to touch it but he had to. Elijah slowly reached for it. Even though he was having second thoughts, he made up his mind. He could feel the strong power coming from the sword. It seemed to be alive and when his hand landed on the sword, his fingers spontaneously surrounded the handle as if it had a magnet.

He lunged forward with blinding speed, a heavy, gleaming silver spear gripped in his hand, aimed squarely at driving it right through my heart! Before I even had to blink or flex my alpha aura, Theo had already moved. He was entirely locked in. With lightning reflexes, Theo whipped a heavy broadsword from his back and hurled it across the room. The blade spun violently through the air, hitting its target with a sickening crunch.

The titanium broadsword came down in a vicious, whistling descent that sliced through the gray sleet. I didn't step back into the deep ruts of the slush. Dropping my weight beneath the sweeping arc, I thrust my forearm upward, the heavy platinum signet ring on my finger catching the flat of the metal blade with a harsh, ear-splitting clang. The shockwave of the impact rattled my teeth, but my dual-lineage core converted the mechanical jarring into a burst of raw, protective adrenaline. Before the mercenary could adjust his balance for a secondary thrust, I drove my calloused fist straight through the center of his reflective visor.