The First Heir

The swordsman who was initially disheartened because all his attacks were resisted promptly perked up when he heard Philip’s remark. He even started a continuous offensive without a pause.

As everyone else was about to help, the stone statue’s sword suddenly glowed green, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the light contained a wealth of wind elements.

The sword reinforced with wind elements suddenly doubled in speed, and the swordsman actively attacking just now fell into a disadvantage in a blink of an eye. He missed one move and was cut in half from his shoulder.

A few eager swordsmen stopped when they saw this, and their sword-wielding hands trembled slightly.

“As sword practitioners, don’t we even have the courage to face our deaths?” A swordsman in a white combat uniform stepped forward and said heartily.

“Espada Gate, Lazaro!”

With that said, the man raised his sword and rushed to the stone statue.

Other sword practitioners were inspired by this sight and sprang into action after announcing their identities.

Villa, Lance

Court,

launched on the stone

level of understanding of swordsmanship. Seeing this situation, he wanted to join this fight, but

is about to

damaged to

moving as if they were waiting for everyone to smash them into pieces. As their outer shells fell off, the insides of the stone

black crawled out from the wreckage. Although smaller in size, the oppression they

mechas picked up the

lost their radiance burst into a fearsome black light as soon as they were touched. Due to their size, the mechas

everyone to fight sneaked out and

was noticed by Philip, who frowned and said, “I didn’t expect