All the sword auras, as if imbued with intelligence, rained down like droplets of water, piercing accurately through the skulls of each Hell Warrior.
Instant kill!
Even the mere leaking of the sword aura from these blades spelled instant death for these Ghost Emperor-level beings.
This is not my own power!
Alexander could feel it—his body seemed to have established a connection with some existence in the annals of history. His aura exploded in an instant.
With a flash of sword light in his fierce eyes, the silver bell in the hands of the patrolling envoy shattered into pieces. Along with it, the envoy's body broke apart, splinters of sword aura bursting from within him, tearing him to shreds.
"Is this the power of the Underworld Sword and the Ghost God Hades?"
