Novel & Cerita The Royal Swordsmen

"Keep riding those horses. When you finally fall off, I'll be there to spit in your face." He lurched at her, and she reacted. She swung the blade, and it cut him on the forearm just as she sidestepped from his path. He hissed, and she smirked. "You want a wife to rule by your side. Good luck making it me." "You think your stubbornness will stop me." "Let's find out." With him at the table, she was able to walk back towards the door and plaster her back to it. "If you don't want me to kill this man, get him out." She screamed loud enough to be heard by the guards or whoever was passing by. "I suggest you open the door now. Or I swear you will find your future King bleeding to death."

The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall. Just as Chyou Chen was about to catch up with the two, several more swordsmen started attacking him all of a sudden. the hidden swordsmen started to come out and surrounded the two in front of the Sect Hall which they had managed to break through. There were about twenty warriors who surrounded the two of them, the faces of the warriors were very familiar to Khalid. "It's amazing, I can now come face to face with the best Swordsmen in this land," Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

The knight commanders of each dukedom followed behind carrying a ceremonial mace which is symbolic of their primary aim of protection, once they reached the ceremonial platform, they escorted the king, queen and crown prince up the raised platform of the ceremonial platform. As the trumpets blared and drums beats sounded, the grand dukes followed their king to a podium, three of them bearing a sword each. Silver sword for mortal justice, Golden sword of spiritual justice, and the Copper sword of mercy. The fourth sword, which was made of half gold and half silver known as the sword of balance which used to be carried by the fourth grand duke was carried in by the king’s personal bodyguard, K

He exuded a handsome and noble aura. This man was none other than the senior brother in the inner court, Alexander, the senior brother of all the disciples in the Heavenly Sword Sect, holding a lofty position. Many female players' eyes sparkled with infatuation. Another handsome guy had been discovered! In fact, Sebastian's appearance was even more striking than his, but appearances could be deceiving. This man's luxurious attire and accessories added many points to his charm. Combined with the aura of the Golden Core stage, Alexander easily became the center of attention.

I said and he shook his head. “The sword of royals is a royal sword, has the blood of all the past Alphas. It is a symbol of royalty, and only a true-blood Alpha can touch it. Or…” His gaze met mine and when it did, my heart skipped a beat. Before he could finish, Ken stepped in. “Come on, it is time.” Ken's voice sounded and when I shifted my gaze to him, he was smirking. However, there was an unknown confidence I could feel.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

The air was abuzz with anticipation, as the wolves from different lands came together to pay homage to their new queen. The evening's entertainment was a carefully curated spectacle designed to captivate the hearts and minds of all who attended. Knights, adorned in polished armor and bearing gleaming swords, took to the center stage, their movements precise and graceful. Their swordplay, a combination of fierce strikes and skillful parries, elicited gasps of admiration and applause from the enchanted audience.

The sword in Lucas' hands was too powerful. That sword naturally had a name. It was called the Immemorial Dragon Sword. As far as the members of the Breaking Swordsmanship Organization were concerned, a single glance at this sword would cause them to lose all chance of survival. "Junior...." The Breaking Swordsmanship Organization's Master gnashed his teeth, saying, "So what if you possess such a powerful sword? Don't forget that this is Breaking Swordsmanship Organization!" Lucas still didn't say anything. He only held up the Immemorial Dragon Sword.

They were armed with swords, a fact that surprised her, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. With swift movements, she raised her own sword in a defensive position, using it as a shield to block their incoming attack. As soon as Lyra saw the circle carved on their swords, the realization hit her like a punch to the gut-these were members of the notorious bandit pack that Portia had told her about when David handed her the sword. The Royal pack had been on a mission to eradicate every last one of them, a group of wolfless who had abandoned their original packs to create their own and wreak havoc in the capital.