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

deafening silence echoed through

the

was a challenge for lesser

of this," The Mountain Of Fortitude narrowed his eyes.

as six more Sage-level

RUMBLE!

very land beneath

wailed as the weight of ten Martial Sages weighed down

radiated from the beings at the

They prayed.

that moment, there were

the beings to the very beings who inspired primordial fear from the depths of their

or two any time if you lot

profoundly deep bloodlust emerged from the very core of his being, so much so that

of the Fire Sect as he protected

with the Mountain of Fortitude, led the

leader of the Fire Sect with a grin that featured a mouth full of canine teeth. "I dunno if that pipsqueak of a prince is

fair skin could draw attention away from the sheer hulking mass of muscles that lay underneath. An unfathomable amount of

twitch she made caused a tsunami of wind

girl, one who looked no older than eight years old, glared at the two leaders of the

seemed to live in a different flow

played with her hair, swayed back and forth, and tapped her feet

billions of

She couldn't help it.

frozen in time from her perspective. It took a deep amount of patience to issue

support Prince Rui Quarrier

of the Lightning Sect, the Flickering Elder, had declared

decision," The Flashing Flier calmly expressed his support for

alongside his fellow leader of the Lightning

The air grew

"Hic…buuurp,"

one particular Martial Sage

chugged from her wine bottle. "This liquor made from the