Facing the biting wind, Zhao Si unhurriedly held out both hands.
Giant's flame ignited in his palms, melting the ice and snow as he caught the Royal Greatsword between his hands.
Blaidd, who had once sent Zhao Si flying with a single punch, felt as though he had struck solid rock.
The Royal Greatsword, heavy enough to crush someone to death with ease, was held as tightly as if caught in a vise. It could not budge.
"How is that possible?" Blaidd's lupine eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"Nothing impossible about it." Zhao Si pulled Blaidd toward him, throwing him off balance, then kicked him in the abdomen.
Blaidd released his grip in pain and flew backward, rolling through the snow before crashing into a rock.
"I heard you fought Radagon. I wonder how far I am from him." As Zhao Si spoke, Old Man's blade was already slicing toward his waist.
A flash of red came swift and fierce. Zhao Si's Prosthetic Eyes almost failed to keep up, but his senses caught Old Man.
He needed no other movement. Simply holding the Royal Greatsword upright between his palms beside his waist, he effortlessly blocked Old Man's iaijutsu slash.
But he only had two hands, and Bagralim's Godslayer's Greatsword came cleaving down at his head.
Black flame blazed along it, threatening to burn Zhao Si's life away.
"Can't you at least give me a reason?" Zhao Si stepped lightly forward, unleashing Gravity Wave.
The purple wave crackled with electricity, sweeping through the snow and pushing Bagralim away.
Bagralim steadied himself in midair and landed, plunging the Godslayer's Greatsword into the ground before he could slow his backward slide.
"Because I finally have a chance to become the shadow of an Empyrean! I won't let it slip away." Bagralim spoke