"Nullifier." "Seven Great Powers." "Last Seat."
Those three titles rang out. Timothy Breeze had not spoken quietly, and the room was utterly silent.
Every swordsman in the Sword Sanctum had heard him. Now they knew that the man before them was one of the Seven Great Powers, just like the Sword God.
The Sword King who had shouted "mountain monkey" the loudest stood with his mouth open, as though frozen in place.
He looked at Cui Ciyou, then at the two broken swords on the floor-the swords belonging to Sword Emperor Timothy and Sword Emperor Raida. A gulp sounded in his throat as he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
There could have been no stronger proof.
The Last Seat of the Seven Great Powers. The Nullifier.
Ever since the Sword God, Death God, North God, and Water God had begun competing for the lower seats, he was the only monster in a hundred years to have joined the World Powers as an outsider.
And moments ago, they had treated this man as a mere "tagalong."
Unlike the others, however, Timothy Breeze and Raida suddenly felt rather fortunate.
After all, losing to a green young upstart was very different from losing to a renowned powerhouse.
Cui Ciyou's expression remained unchanged. He slowly sheathed his sword, the slender, straight blade sliding home with a soft click.
He brushed nonexistent dust from his cuff, as though defeating two Sword Emperors had been a trivial matter.
"Really? You're one of the Seven Great Powers, just like me."
"The Nullifier. The Last Seat of the Seven Great Powers." The Sword God repeated the titles, his grin gradually widening.
"The only newcomer in a hundred years. So you're the one who knocked that North God III brat out of his seat?"
Cui