The Man’s Decree – Chapter 4846

The sword in Rostam's grasp was etched with flowing runes, pulsing with an ancient power. A faint dragon's roar emanated from its blade, a clear sign of its divine nature.

Yet, to his surprise, Jared did not unsheathe his famed Dragonslayer Sword. Instead, he simply closed his eyes, his aura steadily condensing around him. In the palm of his hand, a faint white glow began to take shape, subtle at first, but growing sharper by the second.

Contained within that radiance was an unfathomable sharpness, the very essence of sword intent he had spent countless hours refining.

Rostam's expression darkened instantly. His grip on the hilt tightened as a surge of irritation flared within him. "Jared, what is the meaning of this? Are you implying that l'm not even worthy of facing your Dragonslayer Sword? That you can defeat me with nothing but sword intent? Do you think so little of me?"

Rostam's voice trembled with barely contained fury, each syllable echoing with indignation and wounded pride.