Malthor didn't strike immediately at Dustin's provocation. However, the look in his eyes was a final verdict, as a death sentence had been passed on Dustin.

"Impressive. Very impressive," Lysander said, drawing out the words.

His voice remained soft and alluring, yet laced with venom cold as ice. He gently set down his cup and rose to his feet, smoothing out his pink-purple robe with elegant movements, like a performer about to step onto the stage.

"The fact that you managed to injure Talmor so badly shows your swordsmanship is worthy of praise. Shame you had to cross paths with me—Lysander," he introduced himself.

The instant his words fell, the water vapor throughout the entire palace suddenly grew dense.

The spiritual liquid in the wine pool rippled without any wind. Fine droplets of water condensed on the surface of the luminous pearls embedded in the walls. Even the dense spiritual energy in the air turned moist.

Lysander seemed to have become the sovereign of all water ele