The Seniority War
"Haha… Fellow Cultivator, if I hadn't reacted in time, I would have been killed by your sword." After a while, Hektor squeezed out a smile and said kindly.
The old man's laughter echoed softly across the broken wasteland, yet the air between them remained strangely sharp.
The surrounding rocks were still split apart by lingering sword intent. Tiny strands of amethyst-colored sword Mana floated in the wind like misty threads before slowly fading into nothingness. Behind them, the terrifying battle between the giant beasts still shook the heavens. Flames devoured the horizon while thunderclouds rolled endlessly above the skies of The Forsaken Domain.
Even the earth trembled from time to time.
But at this moment, the atmosphere between Leon and Hektor was even subtler than the battlefield behind them.
Leon slowly lowered his hand.
