Chapter 803: Towards the Misty City
Kael’s sneer grew deeper as he flicked his fingers, signaling one of the men standing behind him to step forward, his eyes glinting with disdain.
The chosen man, his posture exuding arrogance, narrowed his eyes at Max and said with a mocking tilt of his lips, "Your name is Max, right?" Without waiting for a reply, he gave a sharp nod, his voice dripping with contempt as he continued, "I am Raj, and I am willing to battle with you."
Max glanced at Raj, and a flicker of amusement passed through his eyes when he sensed Raj’s aura, clearly identifying his strength as that of someone who had reached the first level of the Legend Rank.
A faint smile curved Max’s lips as he looked back at Kael and asked calmly, "If I defeat him, then would I be qualified to enter the secret domain or not?"
Before Kael could answer, Emperor Hermes, who had been watching the exchange with mild curiosity, spoke up in a clear, authoritative voice, "If you can defeat him, then you are more than enough to enter the secret domain."
Kael’s face darkened slightly, an irritated crease forming on his brow, because he hadn’t expected the Emperor to involve himself in what he considered a trivial matter; still, he dismissed it inwardly, confident that Max stood no chance against someone of Legend Rank.
Max gave a respectful nod toward the Emperor and then shifted his gaze back to Raj, his expression brightening with eagerness as he asked, "Shall we battle?"
Raj let out a disdainful scoff, crossing his arms as he replied with a condescending grin, "I will let you have the first move."
Max’s eyes flashed sharply with a light of anticipation as he inclined his head slightly, his tone polite yet edged with hidden power as he said, "I thank Senior Brother Raj for giving me this opportunity to attack first."
And without another word, Max’s hand moved with a sudden swiftness as he drew his blue dragon sword, its blade shimmering faintly with a deep azure glow. In the next instant, a fierce surge of sword intent erupted from his body as he unleashed the intermediate stage, level 2 Severing Sword Concept, his aura slicing through the air like invisible blades.
Stepping forward with fluid grace, he executed the Severing Flow Sword Art, his sword sweeping out in a brilliant arc, the light around the blade rippling as if the very space itself were being cleaved apart by his strike, the power radiating from him strong enough to make the surrounding disciples involuntarily hold their breath, their eyes widening in shock at the sheer intensity of Max’s sudden assault.
WHOOSH!
A sharp gust of wind seemed to split the air as Raj’s eyes widened in disbelief, for he had barely seen a flicker of blue light before his entire body was sent flying across the grand hall, blood spurting from his mouth in a bright crimson arc, leaving droplets suspended for a split second in the still air before they splattered to the ground, and in the next instant—