Crunch, crunch, crunch!
The layers of ice encasing Yatagarasu Akiryu shattered piece by piece. He shook off the icy remnants from his body, and his towering figure stepped out of the cavern.
The biting cold wind swept over his exposed skin, yet Yatagarasu Akiryu felt no chill. Standing atop the mountaintop, his gaze pierced through the flying snow, landing squarely on the distant cityscape.
Having prepared in advance, he entered the realm of Sword Master without having fully defined a complete path. Though he hadn't reached the level of Extreme Path Sword Master, his grasp of swordsmanship and years of relentless refinement put him leagues above ordinary Sword Masters.
Yatagarasu Akiryu's strength far surpassed that of mere Sword Masters.
He wasn't a genius, but that evaluation depended on who he was being compared to.
If matched against Sword Master Cold Crow, nearly every cultivator in Everworld could be lumped into the category of imbeciles.
