Chapter 352

The man in white let out a soft laugh.

With a tap of his sword-fingers, ten thousand blades soared.

They tore through the sky, sweeping toward the Western adventurers in the blink of an eye.

Each blade carried Sword Intent, completely different from Gildren Vax's Sword Come—that one had the shape but none of the essence.

But this man's Sword Come was the real deal—performed with true intent.

"Sir,