"Challenger? That's quite a modest title. Doesn't really suit your style, Usher."
Before Orson could reply, another familiar voice rang out.
"Salute to the new Sword Saint of the Deicide Clan!" one of the imperial ministers declared.
A tense hush fell over the entire assembly. Every king present felt their throats tighten, a primal pressure washing over them.
All eyes turned to a man in flowing white robes, with sword-shaped brows and a sharp gaze. His face was composed, and in his hand he casually toyed with a slender blade—the God-Slaying Sword, formed from the fusion of the [Soul-Breaking Short Sword] and [Seal-Breaking Short Sword].
The sword was faintly radiant, its golden hilt wrapped in a vine-like grip, and the edge shimmered like a dragonfly's wing. It was thin, elegant, and lethal.
This blade alone was enough to unnerve the kings.
It could only strike three times before shattering:
First strike: Breaks War Supreme Laws and seals the target's abilities.
