"Never touch a sword again?"
William thought that Garen would indeed never be able to touch a sword again in his life.
Garen's eyes gleamed with intensity, and a giant golden sword phantom suddenly appeared behind him, his entire being enveloped in an oppressive sword aura.
"Madness! Run!"
Seeing this, the leaders of the major Guilds hastily fled.
The Emerald Lion Guild's hall instantly melted away under the pressure of Garen's sword aura, like ice cubes thrown into a furnace.
The grand hall, once majestic and splendid, was in an instant reduced to a barren land. The Guild leaders who had gathered together had already escaped dozens of miles away.
Members of the Emerald Lion Guild also scattered in all directions.
Such a terrifying sword aura pressure. Standing here, even a slight touch could pulverize them.
"Is this Garen's true power?"
