James was taken aback.

He quickly thrust his sword at Yaakov.

Yaakov withdrew his sword and jumped back as he dodged.

James lowered his head and saw blood flowing out from his chest.

Yaakov’s attack had broken through his defenses and managed to injure him. Fortunately, it was not a fatal blow.

“Is that all there is to an eighth-ranked grandmaster?”

James had come to understand Yaakov’s strength.

“Well, then. Let’s see how you like this!”

James leaped up and his body rose tens of meters in the blink of an eye. The Blade of Justice in his hands began to shine brightly, and Sword Energies began to form.

In an instant, thirteen Sword Energies circled menacingly in the air in front of him.

They floated horizontally in the air and their blades glinted threateningly as if they could easily split Heaven and Earth asunder.

“T-Thirteen Heavenly Swords?”

Yaakov's face paled.

The people from Sullivan and Lee families watching from a distance also backed away at the sight of the fable