Salute To The General

Chapter 3319 I Overestimated Myself

"Draw your weapon!" Verhand said in a deep voice.

When Yelchin fought against Nathan earlier, Yelchin also asked Nathan to draw his sword, but Nathan had disdainfully said that it wasn't necessary. However, this time, Nathan didn't overestimate himself. It could be considered as giving his opponent enough respect. He slowly drew his longsword from his waist, the blade tip slanted towards the ground, and calmly said, "Come!" Verhand didn't show any courtesy towards Nathan. His figure swiftly moved, leaving behind multiple overlapping afterimages as he lunged toward Nathan. Even before he reached Nathan, the Bloodlust Sword in Yelchin's hand had already unleashed a sword mist slashing toward Nathan. Nathan took a step forward, his sword held up.

Clang!

A resounding thunderous sound echoed through the scene, intimidating everyone present.

As the swords clashed, a wave of energy emerged, spreading outwards towards the surroundings. Startled, the vampires and humans instinctively crouched down to avoid it. Those who couldn't dodge in time had their heads severed by force, becoming headless corpses, dying a tragic death on the spot. Even the trees around them were severed at their trunks by the sword's energy.

directly confronting the approaching wave of energy. When it reached them, the immensely powerful wave of energy seemed to encounter an invisible formidable force, melting away instantly like snow meeting sunlight. Gregg stood with his hands behind

a very long time. Gregg and the others were all

truly lived up

Sword God. Neither side gained the upper hand in the past thirty rounds of fighting with Nathan. Their figures moved like ghosts, their swords swift as the wind and lightning. Every clash of

held their breath, gazing at the mountaintop as if mortal beings were looking up to a battle between gods.

Swish!

sword transformed into a winding streak of electric light, slashing toward

result, Nathan's sword only left a shallow cut on Verhand's chest. When Nathan's blade grazed

worn and aged, with sagging bags under his eyes that were three centimeters long. His cheekbones were high, eye sockets deep, but his eyes gleamed crimson, emitting an alluring