Srrrng.
The sensation of a blade unsheathing was unmistakable. A chilling shiver ran down my spine. My body remained stiff as I rolled my eyes to take in the scene before me. My throat felt dry at the sheer sight surrounding me.
A golden blade.
The golden Regal Sword—a sword synonymous with the Sword Master and his divine blade—was scattered all around. Dozens of blades were aimed directly at my neck.
It was the aura of the Three Masters. Paejon had mentioned before—if they had reached such a level, they would have undoubtedly transcended the ordinary.
If that were true, then Sword Master must have reached that stage as well.
'...This is insane.'
