The Martial Unity

The Martial Masters silently witnessed the diverging wills of Martial Sages clash midair.

Every twitch, every movement, every breath they took.

It impacted the world.

It churned the air.

"Honestly, I think we should leave it to the Masters."

A fourth Sage-level aura overlapped upon the others.

The three of them frowned at the man who had just appeared.

He was lying down on the ground, sleeping.

"Why would you bother yourself with such tiresome work in the first place?" The man yawned, remarking absentmindedly.

Yet his eyes glinted with interest.

"We should be the ones asking you that…" The Breath Of Destruction narrowed her eyes. "…Sevian."

"Well, it's been a century since I partook in one of these. So I figured why not? Also…" Sage Sevian smiled lazily. "As much as I owe the kid one, it's not appropriate to dismiss the Master Council decision because of your selfish intentions.

The Sloth Sage of the Stamina Sect had made his choice.

The votes from the Martial Sages were tied two-to-two.

None of the Martial Sages uttered a word.

They didn't need to.

Their speech was for the sake of those who beheld them.

It was an unnecessary and primitive form of communication.

They needed much less.

glance of the eye

silence echoed through

deep tension choked the air, wringing

a challenge for lesser

this," The Mountain Of Fortitude narrowed his eyes. "If words cannot move you, then

Martial Masters gasped as six more Sage-level auras

RUMBLE!

very land beneath them shook

and earth wailed as the weight of ten Martial Sages weighed down

beings shivered in terror as godly power radiated from the beings at the center of the assembly

They prayed.

there

other than the beings to the very beings who inspired primordial fear from

two any time if

the Devil, Sage Damian Arrancar. A profoundly deep bloodlust emerged from the very core of his

Fire Sect as he protected the minds of the assembly from his belligerence. "We convene. We

with the Mountain of Fortitude,

featured a mouth full of canine teeth. "I dunno if that pipsqueak of a prince is going to give it to

from the sheer

she made caused a tsunami of wind

of you are incorrigible," A young girl, one who looked no older than eight years old,

to live in a different flow of

back and forth, and tapped her feet seemingly all

made billions of

She couldn't help it.

a deep amount of patience to

support Prince Rui Quarrier

Lightning Sect, the Flickering Elder, had declared

his support for the Void Prince alongside his fellow leader of

his support for the Void Prince alongside his fellow leader

The air grew

"Hic…buuurp,"

of them glanced at one

wine bottle. "This liquor made from