Dark Night Crescent Blade, a Windfall

The curved saber at Arutai's waist trembled lightly, as though it had sensed some kind of presence.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. "There is an expert."

The moment his words fell, the curved saber flew from its sheath and landed in his hand as a streak of golden light.

Clang~

Blade Intent emerged, like a crescent moon.

As that crescent appeared, the entire sky was instantly shrouded in night. One could even see specks of starlight overhead.

As for the moon, it had transformed into the curved saber in Arutai's hand.

The curved saber collided with a flying sword, and the ringing clash spread through more than half the valley.

Neither side had exerted their full strength. Otherwise, given their power, this would not have been a mere exchange of weapons.

The flying sword swept past, traced an arc through the air, and returned to its wielder's hand.

Only then did Arutai see the one who had attacked, and a flash of amazement appeared in his eyes.

"Your Excellency truly is one of Heaven's Chosen. To be able to match me at such an age." Arutai immediately said, "If you are willing to return to Wo Yila with me, I guarantee that you will be made a king."

Young and powerful—this meant his aptitude far surpassed Arutai's own. If he truly became a member of Wo Yila, he would undoubtedly be an immense help.

Arutai was already middle-aged. Though his Intent would continue to improve, he no longer possessed the same drive he had in his youth.

But the person before him was different. He was still young, yet he could already stand shoulder to shoulder with Arutai. It was simply unbelievable.

As for why he had encountered him here, Arutai did not care.

So long as the