Those words made Aldric's eyes flash with anger. He suddenly retreated several steps and spread both arms. The dragon energy around his body condensed into dozens of silver-gray dragon spears, each one sharp enough to pierce through ordinary Divine Lord Realm defenses.
With a roar, he sent them all toward Damian at once.
"Dragon Spear Storm."
The spears fell from every direction.
Damian finally released a deeper sword aura. The air around him changed. A faint image appeared behind him, not of a mountain, beast, or divine weapon, but of a vast sky filled with countless swords standing upright like heavenly pillars.
Each sword carried a sovereign presence, as if they belonged not to ordinary cultivators but to rulers of the sword itself.
"Sword Sovereign Heaven."
