The cerulean sword light resonated with Byron's own storm spirit light, and the originally huge sword, over two meters long, suddenly became as light as a feather.
The sharp sword light flickered as if it had merged with Byron's breathing.
It seemed that just one exhale could slice through a small warship.
"Did it tame itself without needing the Dragon Taming Technique? Where's the dignity of your First-Class Holy Relic?"
Byron found it hard to believe; taming this Dragon Slayer Sword was as easy as taming his sister back then, without a hint of resistance. On the contrary, it seemed to... hesitate with anticipation.
However, the next moment, four ancient kings wearing crowns appeared behind Byron, each wielding a sword, suddenly plunging toward his back.
"Hiss—! Damn!!!"
Byron's face contorted into a grimace, feeling as if every nerve, every muscle, every bone, and even every tooth in his body was being seared with excruciating pain.
