Seeing Revona finally release her full strength, Max understood that there was no longer any room for hesitation. Without a word, he reached out and drew his sword, choosing the blade he had wielded long before this confrontation rather than the Dragonheart Sword.
He was fully aware that the moment that sword appeared, the two clan heads would intervene without hesitation, and this was a battle he intended to finish on his own terms. The instant the sword left its sheath, his aura shifted, becoming sharper and colder, as though even the air around him had sensed the change.
Max began circulating his high saint tier cultivation art, the Primordial Elements Scripture, pushing it to the sixth layer without restraint. A powerful surge of mana poured out from his body, rolling across the arena like an invisible tide.
