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BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

Daito stared back at Drom, "Then do this with me first, and I will fight with you to the very end!" "Without your power?" "I won't loose my power right away! It'll take a while for my power to escape me, and before it does I will help you fight," "Who told you that..." "The same people that told you to bring the Book and the dagger to me..." There was brief moment of silence before any of them spoke. Drom swallowed bitterly the looked Daito dead into his pupils, “Okay fine, but don't do this with any regrets,” Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across th

It was just that the words were hidden through a special method. He surmised that Delmont could read the words back then because the swordsmanship manual had absorbed a large amount of energy from him. The words and diagrams on this swordsmanship manual would only manifest themselves when it had absorbed a large amount of energy, or the owner had injected high-quality energy into it. However, normal folks wouldn’t notice it. After all, no one would waste their time and inject energy into this seemingly useless book. As Kayson injected more energy into the wordless swordsmanship manual, the words and diagrams on it slowly appeared before his eyes.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

Her ragged sobs and the frantic pace of her heart were a frantic, helpless drumbeat against the chaos. My jaw set, a grim determination taking hold. I circled the man, and he withdrew a blade. My blood ran cold. It wasn’t just any knife. The hilt was a miniature faerie-troll skull, the shaft black and patterned like snake scales. The curved, ivory-white blade was tainted with something dark at the edges. A ceremonial sacrificial dagger. I’d seen it in ancient texts, artifacts of a forgotten, brutal age. What the hell was a weapon like that doing here? In her memory?

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Then, Xzavion thrust his other arm forward, sending another amethyst-gold Sword Light directly toward Yadira. Yadira's shield shattered from the impact of the Sword Light, blowing her away and leaving her severely injured. “Grand Stewards, aren’t you going to do something?” Wyot suddenly roared. At his outcry, Truett and Rebella exchanged glances. Just as they were about to take action, Xzavion thrust both palms forward, unleashing countless amethyst-gold Sword Lights directly at Wyot’s shield.

The eight-diagram print gradually rotated, forming a strong sword aura around the sword. The next second, Wyatt pointed the sword at Darryl, and the sword aura around him charged towards him! The air around the sword crackled instantly as it passed by!

However, Lucas walked slowly toward them with Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands. Cold sweat drenched their bodies. The disciples of God of Clouds Organization looked at Lucas in horror. "Don't... don't come over." "Of course I have to come over." Lucas revealed a faint smile. He raised Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands again and shouted, "World-Destroying Sword Script!" ... As he finished his words, the sword fell. It was a God Ranked Skill, World-Destroying Sword Script. Suddenly, countless powerful sword radiance flew out.