As the words fell, two figures appeared within the sight of the crowd, one middle-aged and one young. Both were armed with three-foot-long broadswords, exuding a chilling aura. In addition to this, the middle-aged man also held two sharp swords.
Upon seeing the two individuals, Judge exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Dawn, Ian, it's really you?"
"Uncle Dawn, Ian, it's been a while!" Casey exclaimed with a smile after a moment of astonishment.
"Casey, Judge, long time no see!" The young man greeted Casey and Judge.
In the Land of Territory, nearly ninety percent of people with the surname "Blade" hailed from the same place: Blade Sect. These two individuals were no exception. Dawn Blade, the second-in-command of the sect, was the second son of Blade Lord. And the young man, named Ian Blade, was the legitimate grandson of Blade Lord and had a fearsome reputation, the Ruthless Blade.
These two were the distant friends from afar whom Billy had invited to Ozin today. They had once visited the western territory, where Judge happened to be at the time, so they all knew each other.
"Who are you people?" The white-haired elder from the Northfortia glanced at the two newcomers, feeling a sense of unease for no apparent reason.
"Casey, Judge, let's catch up later. First, take care of these rabble!" Dawn looked at Casey and Judge.
"Alright!" Casey and Judge nodded in agreement.
Whoosh!
Before Dawn's words had even finished, Ian had already drawn his sword. A razor-sharp sword aura rapidly struck the War Emperor standing opposite him.
"You seek death!" The elderly opponent roared, raising his hand to unleash several powerful gusts of wind.
"Let's do this!" Casey chimed in, raising his sword to confront another War Emperor Peak-stage elder.
Without further ado, the two sides engaged in battle. Judge and others, armed with Cold Moon Sabers, charged toward the remaining opponents. Judge directly confronted Chris Beckford, while Alban and a dozen or so SHADOW subordinates fought against the remaining dozen opponents.
The courtyard immediately resounded with the intense clash of weapons, with figures flashing and blades dancing.
"A mere War God-Emperor Novice dares to come to Glavale and act arrogantly? Do you think Glavale is defenseless?" At this moment, Dawn set down his two swords and looked at the white-haired elder.
"Are you from the Blade Sect in Glavale?" The elder had a hunch about Dawn's identity now, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. As a War God-Emperor-level warrior, he had heard of the prominent forces in Glavale.
"Not bad, you actually know of Blade Sect's existence!" Dawn replied casually. "Are you regretting it now?"
"Boastful!" The elder snorted coldly. "Let's get on with it. I'll take this opportunity to witness the strength of Glavale, a top-tier clan!"
"Very well!" Dawn spoke again, his tone indifferent. "Let's change the location."
After saying that, he walked toward an open space on the western side of the base. The elder followed closely behind.
"If you can withstand one of my strikes, I'll spare your life." Dawn said once they arrived in the open space.
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