Chapter 841: Crazy Sword
"Life Soul Grass?" Max blinked in surprise, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
This rare herb was a treasure even to powerhouses. From what he remembered, it could elevate one’s cultivation by a small level instantly upon consumption, but it had a strict condition—it could only be used once in a lifetime, and had no effect thereafter. Even so, such a treasure was priceless, especially in a dire moment. Max’s fingers gently closed around it as he tucked it away carefully.
Just as Max was carefully putting away the Life Soul Grass and preparing to descend the fiery slope, his Three Dimensional Body suddenly flared with alertness. It was subtle—like a ripple in the air behind him—but to Max’s heightened perception, it might as well have been a scream.
He turned his head slowly, only to hear the sound of slow, mocking applause echoing through the volcanic haze.
"Pah, pah. Not bad. Not bad at all," a lazy, amused voice rang out. "A mere ninth-level Master Rank trash able to kill not one, but two second-level Legend Rank experts? You’ve really opened my eyes today."
From the woods ahead, a figure emerged, stepping through the fiery red mist like a phantom woven from shadow and steel. He was a young man, draped in a black robe that swayed slightly with each step. His features were refined and handsome—sharp cheekbones, pale skin that gleamed faintly in the light, and eyes like pools of dark ink.
His presence was striking, almost blinding, like a sheathed sword barely containing its bloodlust. His long black hair fell loosely around his shoulders, giving him the aura of a wild and untamed genius.
Standing calmly, he looked at Max with a smirk, his arms loosely behind his back, and spoke again. "It seems you’ve either stumbled upon some grand opportunity or use a secret technique to increase your strength to Legend Rank level. Which is it, I wonder?"
Max’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t underestimate anyone—especially not someone who could remain completely hidden from his senses until now. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone cautious.
The young man chuckled, slow and confident, then continued walking forward with an easy grace. "Me? Well, let me introduce myself properly." He gave a casual nod, his smile growing wider. "My name is Glen."