The Golden Crow Crown Prince naturally hadn't reached a level where his feathers had been refined to that point, but they were still comparable to earth-grade weapons. His hands moved and the feather swords blotted out the sky, interweaving into an inescapable net that could crush all those trapped within into mincemeat.
Their surging, majestic brilliance even made the onlookers' personal swords ring loudly, as if they were being summoned themselves. They were horrified. The Golden Crow Crown Prince's sword intent was actually so terrifying!
