Lin Taichu had no choice but to meet it head-on. With a flick of his wrist, the bronze longsword burst forth with razor-sharp brilliance and struck at a massive dragon tail.
"Bang!" Accompanied by a deafening crash, the blades of the two swords slammed fiercely together.
The shockwave from the blow directly destroyed the surrounding walls, while Lin Taichu was sent flying backward and smashed hard into a wall. Pain wracked his entire body, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped away the blood from his lips and struggled to his feet, his face filled with gravity. "As expected of a Saint Stage Weapon. It really is powerful!"
This sword could not even display the weapon's true might. The residual power left within its blade alone had already inflicted serious injuries on him.
However, the two swords seemingly had no intention of letting him go. After sending him flying, they swiftly attacked again. Lin Taichu immediately turned and ran, shouting as he fled, "Hey, hey! Can we talk this over?"
Hearing Lin Taichu's words, the two swords suddenly halted, stopping less than thirty feet in front of him.
Seeing the two swords stop, Lin Taichu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That had been far too dangerous—he had nearly died here.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a grin, "Look, I'm a guest invited by your master. Whatever grudge we have, let's discuss it with your master later."
The two swords showed no reaction, as though they did not understand what Lin Taichu was saying.
"Hey, hey, let's talk this over. I am your master—your future new master—and you should obey your master's orders.
I now order you to obediently return to the altar, or I'll throw you out." After saying