“The Yatagan Sword that suppressed the Great Historial Land isn't that impressive,” said Lord Zenda. With a flick of her fingers, the massive purple light sword, originally aimed at Zoltan, abruptly changed direction.

“It’s only polite to reciprocate. Let me return the favor!” Lord Zenda exclaimed. She flicked her fingers forward. The purple light sword, carrying a majestic purple and white Sword Energy, charged straight towards Neville.

Boom! Another thunderous explosion echoed as the purple light sword swiftly collided with the carriage ridden by Neville, unleashing a terrifying force. In its wake, the four ladies supporting the carriage were all sent flying and heavily wounded. Meanwhile, Neville soared into the air from the explosion, still elegantly fanning himself as he stepped atop a purple cloud.

“Well done, Zenda,” Neville sneered. “You’re truly worthy of being the strongest in Zazen Temple. Since I can’t have the Yin governor, I’ll settle for you, the stunning beauty of th