Dan Heng X Blade Novels & Stories

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

He Chentian had approached him step by step. "Dominant Sky—Ten-fold Slash!" He Chentian roared madly as the red radiance of the demon blade surged 9-meter-high. He swung the saber in a downward arc as it burst out more than 30 meters of red radiance. It was as if the saber split heaven and earth. Suddenly, the wind was blowing madly, and dark clouds were rolling.

Also, he has just given me the same advice that I gave my students. "I understand master. Do not worry much. I did not come here to be killed. Have you forgotten my alias? I am known as Blade for a very good reason. I am sharp and extremely quick. Let's just say that I am a lethal weapon. Besides, I am going into that ring with a different purpose. Not just to win but to recruit that man." I smirk when I see how astonished master Gao looks. "Child, what has gotten into you? You want to steal Connors most priced possession?" Master Gao queries with worry etched on his face.

It made me feel powerful. I heard a snick behind me and turned, only to see Hakan unsheathing a small curved dagger. I knew he carried guns, but I had no idea he also had a dagger on him. It was a pretty dagger, there was a scorpion engraved on the black hilt, while the blade itself was a shiny silver. I wonder how many lives he had taken with the blade. My question must have been written on my face, because he replied to me.

Jerry asked worriedly. "Don't worry, we're capable of restraint," Jett answered. The next moment, Darren came out holding Black Moon. He said, "Let me test this blade out, Mr. Andrews!" "Sure, go for it," Jerry said. It so happened that he also wanted to see for himself how powerful this legendary blade could be.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

Mane merely smiled and pushed forward, reminding himself of his teacher’s deadly blade arts. Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”