Just as Westheid stood in awe of the Legendary Powerhouse's might, the rampaging Blade Light and Sword Shadow came to a stop, vanishing as suddenly and without warning as it had begun.
Solren's figure reappeared in their field of vision.
The Sword Saint's clothes were slightly disheveled, and his unsheathed long saber was now slightly nicked. He stood hunched over on a Giant Dragon's corpse, taking deep, continuous breaths.
It was clear that Solren had held nothing back with that Blade Light and Sword Shadow, giving it his all.
Otherwise, he never could have achieved the brilliant feat of heavily wounding the Dragon Group.
