Chapter 771 The Wrath Of Aiden

• “Mr. Gavriel was consumed by his obsession with swordsmanship, and in the end, it led to his downfall,” Tristan said, his voice low and heavy. “His cultivation path became twisted, infused with a demonic essence that devoured all who came near. It defied comprehension. Anyone who dared to grasp even a fragment of his sword intent was inevitably cut down by its residual energy. Even if your talent is extraordinary and your strength unmatched, the best you can hope for is to erase the lingering will of his swordsmanship. To truly comprehend it? That's impossible. I've warned you before: this Sword Stone may look like a priceless treasure, but in truth, it's a deadly trap. Stay away from it.”
• A palpable chill spread through the room. Everyone felt it. The prickle of fear crawling up their spines, the air growing heavier with dread. There was no winning this.
• “Soon, we won't be able to stop him,” Tristan muttered, staring ahead. “A man who nearly touched the pinnacle... how could ordinary people ever hope to resist him?”