Swordmaster Youngest Son Novels & Stories

“Positive. So, can you find him for me?” “There’s no need. I already know where he is. Andrew Witt is the youngest son of Alpha Daniel Witt of the Dark Woods pack. They’ve been our rivals for decades, and I see that rivalry won’t be ending anytime soon.” “I guess not.”

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.

Could it be that I've met the person who gave birth to a new swordwill before? Myles recalled that he had a young genius swordsman named Radyn under his command. He thought Radyn a promising candidate who had a chance of giving birth to a new swordwill, but he quickly shook his head. The aura coming from the Sword Tomb was completely different from Radyn's. Based on this alone, he concurred that the person who gave birth to Sword Will was definitely not Radyn!

He was rat-eyed and buck-headed. "Old man, you have been hiding in there for two years. You don't want to die in there, do you? Tell me, who else is in your family? I can bring them a word to let them know that you are still alive." The young man was called Wang Shun, the youngest son of the Master of Spirit Snake Sect. Although his cultivation was not high, he looked wretched and had an extremely sinister mind. "Boy, someone like you is not qualified to speak to me," Long Ao angrily said. Killing people like the young man was a piece of cake to Long Ao.

He chided loudly at Jackie and his men. The man looked to be around 25 years old. He was in a light golden shirt, and he had a long sword in his hands. He was handsome and stylish, and he had a special aura. It was Parker's older brother—Paxton Yohan. Paxton was a level four Martial Emperor. He was the Famed Sword Manor's eldest young master, and he was also one of the most powerful cultivators of his generation. Paxton was a hot-blooded youth. How could he stand it when the Illusion Sound Sect caused trouble at his manor?

No one knew about it, not the owners of the castle, not the soldiers making their daily rounds and not the servants who were in their personal quarters resting. A young boy was walking cautiously on the freshly cut grass of this morning. He had shed his soldier's garb for clothes that were less restrictive and much lighter to wear. Nevertheless, he still had his sword at his side in case things got out of hand. This boy, only a few years older than Thetia, was what could be described as a promising swordsmanship talent. The term prodigy did not fit his current abilities, especially since for a person specializing in swordplay to be called a prodigy meant to compete with Hughes Kestle. He was

“I trained in swordsmanship for thirty years! I became a Sword Saint and a God of War ten years ago!” “You’re so young! How are you even stronger than me?!” “This is wrong!” Miyata couldn’t accept the fact that he lost against the young man in front of him. “What’s so wrong about it?” Harvey walked up and tapped Miyata in the face. “You know I’m the prince of South Light, and you also know my identity as Mordu’s Longmen branch leader.” “That said, you’re missing one more identity.” “Why don’t you take a guess?”

James' face darkened as he looked at the man and asked, "What's your name? I don't fight against nameless people." The man laughed and said, "Remember my name well, James. My name is Yorich Jareda, the Young Master of the Sword Realm, and my father's the Lord of the Sword Realm. I hear that your sword techniques are unrivaled. Allow me to test your true strength then." Yorich smiled as he gave the order, "Attack!" As he gave the order, hundreds of knights brandished their swords, and hundreds of Sword Energies struck James at the same time.

She was so surprised at that gesture, he never did anything caring like that to her before, but she smiled sweetly. "Another night," he patted her head and walked to the door, his angry eyes returned again. "Lord Moriah__" the young man standing in front of him abruptly stooped talking, seeing his red eyes. Because Moriah, the second son of King Ramos and Queen Adelaide, was well known in this kingdom for his anger, atrocities and fighting skills. He was only thirty years old, but already he was one of the greatest swordsman of at that time, his ability could only be compared to his brother's, Nrikawn.

Raising it up high in the air, he said with unrefined anger: "I will grant you your wish. Didn't I warn you beforehand?" And with his words, he slashed the sharp sword at the neck of the warrior, making the head of the warrior fly in the air before falling on the ground. A heavy breath left Lucas's lips. He felt this power resonate through his body. He raised his hands up, turning to look at the others who stood shocked at what the alpha's son had done. But Alpha Vincent was proud of his son. He was truly his own son. Ruthless. Villains ran through the family's blood.