Zanbato Sword Novels & Stories

In the ground where he had previously stood on was a massive pit and large expanses of trees around him had fallen. It was the work of Zuoqiu Yang and his ferrotungsten spear. The blade of the spear was lit up with dark radiance. Evidently, it was no ordinary weapon. Su Zimu waved his folding fan and speedily cried, "Heavenly Thirteen Swords!"

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

My brother, Zane was the closest friend I've ever had. “Hello, mother. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” I said, still slightly out of breath from the run and shifting so quickly. “Saber, what am I going to do with you?” She put a manicured finger to her lips and looked at me with question and worry in her eyes. Suddenly it changes to that of determination and purpose. “Oh, I know. I have a task for you to complete.” “Yes, mother.” I stated keeping the strain and annoyance from my voice. She knew the whole time why she was summoning us, no need to act like it was something new.

It lay there quietly, looking like an ordinary sword. Ezekiel's eyes shone as he stared at Purity. He almost reached for it a few times but managed to suppress the urge to do so. "Mr. Ballard, wh-what sword is this?" Alaric asked, feigning curiosity despite already knowing the answer. Sebastian smiled slightly and said, "This sword is called Purity. It's one of the ten great swords from the wartime era. However, this sword was given to me by a friend, so I'm afraid I can't pass it around for you all to examine."

This was where the Crystal Bamboo was the purest. "Swoosh!" The next moment, Scarlet Black Sword began to move in the hands of Zephyr Khan. As the sharp bladed energy flashed, an embryonic sword shadow appeared in his hand. "Scarlet Black Sword, it's just a small sword. Without Golden Combat Sword, I can't display my strength perfectly." Looking at the Crystal Bamboo in his hand, Zephyr Khan frowned slightly and said lightly. Of course, he was best at sword. Without the long sword in hand, his combat capability would decrease a lot.

said Zhan and slowly closed in like a predator that was stalking his prey. He drew his sword, which had the narrow and curvy design of a Huzhidian blade. Even though the blade was small and light, it was still considered one of the strongest and best of all the Nine Kingdoms' weapons—a source of pride for Huzhidis, who saw their swords as a living being. He pointed his sword towards Akana, who could do nothing but glare at him. He could not gather any energy to run, but he staggered himself towards the edge and grimaced as he realized where he was. He was at the top of Hexagon.

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

'It will be awesome. Ding… "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Super Treasure Chest because you managed to cultivate a new zombie. Will the host open it?" "Open it up," said Lucas without hesitation. "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Zombie Exclusive Weapon, Cutting Sword." Lucas was stunned as he quickly scanned through the list of his items and inspected the Cutting Sword. Cutting Sword: Grade S weapon. The combat sense of the zombie will increase by 10 folds once the weapon has been bestowed upon them.