Chapter 257 - 109: Dragon Battle Blood Riders
"Clang--" The sword’s hum was deep and obscure, as a towering great sword suspended itself mid-air, its blade as tall as half a person, standing erect without anyone wielding it.
In the realm of weapons, the sword carries the reputation of the king, and only a Sword Dark Saint capable of making the sword seem formless and traceless, appearing without a shadow and vanishing without a trace, can reach such a realm.
Xie San’s beautiful peach-blossom eyes tightened, under his three fingers, the Ghost Face Axe conveyed a sense of trepidation, as if it held a deep fear for that great sword.
The voice was old and strong, yet without the slightest fluctuation of Dark Power.
Having been an assassin for so many years, Xie San had almost never felt like today, completely unable to detect the presence of the enemy, but the elder’s voice was as clear as if it were right by his ear.
This was an Extraordinary Saint, who made Xie San feel very much like those aged assassins within the Assassin Fortress who no longer participated in the mortal world.
Mysterious and unfathomable, should one slightly displease him, the hand of death would claim another’s life.
At this moment, Fa Xiaoyi was sweating profusely; the initial joy of becoming the Monarch of Shang had completely evaporated.
It was him!
He was that master.
The one who had always been hidden behind Liao Yue Jinghua, the master who had calculated against him time and again.
Fa Xiaoyi had already experienced similar situations three times; however, this time, this master lurking in the shadows finally spoke up.