Chapter 520: A figure from a thousand years ago
None of those present, who prided themselves on spreading the gospel of God, had ever witnessed anything like this. The trace of power Leit had sensed near the Clock Tower last time had not been even a tenth of what he felt now.
"Clink, clink, clink... clink, clink, clink..."
"Jingle-lingle-lingle..." "Rattle, rattle, rattle..."
The guards instinctively held down their weapons to stop them trembling. Although almost everyone present belonged to the Church, each felt as though they stood alone before an endless expanse of razor-sharp edges.
Whether bishops, Divine Officials, or guards, some of their hair stood on end from the static electricity that accompanied Qin Xiaoxia's exertion of power.
"Shing..." "Shing..." "Shing..."...
No weapon had been drawn, yet they could faintly hear something like the swish of a peerless blade.
While everyone present was still reeling in shock and bewilderment, the man Leit called the Sword Saint gradually reined in his power, and the sounds in the room slowly subsided.
"... Crack... crack..."
Faint sounds came from several floor tiles in the very center of the hall. A crack appeared, followed by a second, a third, and then countless more.
"Pff..." "Pff..." "Pff..."
Four floor tiles crumbled into powder, as though four sand-filled hollows had been gouged out of the floor.
He had not used a sword, or even moved a bladed weapon, yet this supernatural sight had unfolded before them. At least in that moment, everyone present felt he fully deserved the title "Sword Saint." A man like him had no need to impersonate anyone.
"I came from the Nohēijin Kingdom. The people there once called me Sword-Bearer Degoni, at least before I entered my slumber. I traveled the world, witnessed some terrifying things, and made a few insignificant