With the Thunder Sword unsheathed, Pierre stood in the Saint Luo Mary council hall. The tension reached its peak.
"Sigh..."
With a sigh full of regret and inner turmoil, Jin felt so embarrassed he wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
At that moment, Pierre acted as if he were following a pre-rehearsed script, moving quickly and decisively. He gripped a pale greatsword that emitted a faint light, looking as cold and heartless as the first light of winter. With Shadow power pouring out of his body like a broken dam, the violent energy gathered on the pale blade. The greatsword was suddenly covered in terrifying, violent lightning. With terrifying power twisting the space around it, the sword hummed.
