"H-Heavenly King Realm?" The Heaven-suppressing Grand Marshal's face was a mask of disbelief. I thought this was my chance to shine, only for it to become an opportunity for disgrace. He roared in denial, "No, no, no! I don't believe it! This has to be fake!"
Clutching the Greedy Wolf Blade, his spirit crumbled. He had gone to great lengths to convince his family to lend him their ancestral blade, hoping for a glorious display of power. He never imagined he would encounter a situation like this!
"Heh." Floating in mid-air, the ten-meter boulder spoke with disdain. "You may possess the Greedy Wolf Blade, but before me, you are nothing more than an ant."
Instantly, the elements swirled around the boulder—a feat only someone at the Heavenly King Realm could accomplish. Layers of white mist, like swaths of fabric, wrapped around the stone. The mist was clearly not ordinary; it pulsed with a murderous aura.
Terrified, the Heaven-suppressing Grand Marshal instinctively stepped back.
