Chapter 831: Battling Senior Brother Mack
"Junior Brother!" Senior Brother Mack’s eyes went wide with horror. The sight of his companion being crushed and hurled away made the veins on his forehead bulge. He roared furiously and tried to rush over, but he was still trapped under the immense pressure of the colossal golden sword.
Its descending force was like a mountain pressing on his body and space itself—powerful and relentless, restraining even someone like him who stood at the peak of 6th level Legend Rank. His entire body shook as he gritted his teeth and resisted, but it would take time to break free.
Max didn’t waste that time.
With killing intent bursting from every pore, he shot forward like a streak of lightning, the Blue Dragon Sword glowing in his grip, its edge still humming with severing energy. He appeared before the injured man, who was slumped against the snow wall, blood pouring down his chin, too weak to even lift his hand.
Max’s eyes were cold, emotionless.
Swish!
He raised his sword high.
One clean, merciless stroke.
"AHHH!" A bloodcurdling scream rang out, but it didn’t last long. The sword cleaved through flesh and bone like paper, and the falling snow around them turned red, dyed by a fountain of blood spraying into the air.
The man’s body was ripped into pieces—limbs, torso, and head scattered across the frost-covered ground like broken dolls. The snowflakes that fluttered in the air a moment ago now fell heavy, thick with crimson, painting the scene in chilling silence.