The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6423

Within the ranks, familiar faces stood ready for battle, each in their proper place, every aura pushed to its limit.

Rowe carried a heavy black-iron war axe across his shoulder, its blade throwing off a fierce cold gleam. He threw his head back and laughed, baring a neat row of white teeth, his rugged features packed with the kind of boldness that did not flinch from death, waiting only for the order to charge into the front line.

The lanky cultivator idly flicked a plain folding fan in his hand. He looked loose and casual, but the light in his eyes cut colder and sharper than an unsheathed blade, and every open and close of that fan hid killing moves meant for close-range ambushes and cutting off retreat.

The middle-aged bladeswoman's ten fingers moved in a blur. Two short blades spun and flipped through her palms at high speed, their broken arcs of light thin and cold, steel glinting with every turn; in close-quarters combat, she had never once been beaten.

Vale, the white-haired elder, stroked his graying beard with one hand. His gaze sat deep and heavy as a black well, moving without a sound over the formations around him. While others waited for the order to march, he was already measuring the shape of the field, reading the possible turns of battle before they came, his mind tight on every moving piece.