Chapter 832: Into the Ice Valley
BOOM!
The moment he swung, the valley shook. Mack’s colossal axe—glowing with fire and weighed down by earth’s essence—slammed into Max’s flaming sword with the force of a meteor. A deafening clang echoed through the frozen cliffs.
The power of their clash shattered the silence, and the surrounding snow instantly vaporized under the immense pressure and heat. The frozen ground beneath their feet cracked and caved in like shattered glass.
Max’s arms shook from the shock, his muscles screaming from the strain—but he didn’t step back. Not a single inch. He held his ground, teeth clenched, eyes locked forward like a beast.
On the other side, Mack’s face twisted into disbelief. "How can you be so strong?!" he roared, shocked beyond words. His axe should have cleaved through that sword. He’d used everything—his concepts, his bloodline power, his best technique—but the man in front of him stood like a mountain.
Max’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "You haven’t even seen the best of it yet."
Then, the Blue Dragon Sword in his hands began to glow. Its body trembled with a deep roar, like a dragon awakening from slumber. Black flames around it turned blacker, hotter, more ferocious—twisting and snarling.
Suddenly, the sword elongated, transforming into a massive battle weapon radiating the full might of Max’s Flame Tyrant Inheritance. Its shadow cast across the ice like the silhouette of a dragon spreading its wings, and in the next instant, Max brought it down in a wide arc that tore through the air with thunderous rage.
Senior Brother Mack’s eyes widened. For the first time, he saw death in front of him. He wanted to dodge, to retreat—but the walls of the ice valley were too close. There was no space to move. And worse, if he tried to retract his axe now, the backlash from his own technique would crush his core. He was caught—no choice but to swing.
He roared and committed, bringing his glowing axe down to meet Max’s dragonblade once more.