Chapter 728: Max’s Move
"A 1st level Master Rank dares to talk to me?" Omar spat, his voice laced with pure scorn as his red eyes burned with disdain, glaring down at Max as though he were nothing more than an insect daring to chirp in a storm.
Max, however, showed not the slightest sign of fear. Instead, his lips curled into a faint sneer, and a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes as he gave a soft, mocking chuckle that quickly built into a peal of laughter echoing through the tense clearing.
"Dares? Hahahaha!" he laughed, the sound brimming with a confident edge that made Omar’s frown deepen further.
Omar’s face grew dark, his brows knitting together as an ugly scowl twisted his features. "What are you laughing at?" he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, simmering with anger that someone so beneath him dared to mock him.
But Max only smiled, a cool, unfazed expression on his face, and slowly raised a single finger, pointing upward toward the sky above them.
Intrigued despite themselves, almost everyone present—including Omar’s group of fierce experts—instinctively tilted their heads back to follow Max’s gesture, and in the next instant, gasps of shock and disbelief rippled through the air.
Suspended high above, ten colossal golden swords hung in the sky, each one gleaming brilliantly under the stormy light, their edges shining like captured sunlight as they hovered with a terrifying aura of destruction.
The swords were so massive that together they seemed to cover the entire lake, blotting out portions of the swirling storm clouds above, yet it was clear from the deadly way they pointed downward that their true targets were none other than Omar and his group.
The moment realization struck, Omar’s eyes widened with a mix of fury and fear, his composure cracking as the oppressive aura of the attack pressed down upon him like a mountain.