A shirtless man, holding a giant sword and standing a full three meters tall, gradually took solid form as a phantom.
From within the spear came the Sword Spirit's voice: [This one is from Dragon Country, all of them carry the bloodline of the Dragon Bo Giant, and are born equivalent to a First Realm powerhouse.]
Seeing these shadows of the ancient once more, the Sword Spirit's mood was complicated and melancholic.
The Dragon Bo Giants are innately mighty spirits, second only to the Desolate Gods among the Great Wilderness Tribes, and they have no shortage of Heavenly Realm experts.
They pledge fealty to the Divine Court, serving as guards or filling key military posts.
The giant charged, sword in hand, mountains shook and the earth rumbled, his presence terrifying... and then he was knocked flying by a fist, vanishing into dust, swept away entirely by a torrent of Qi-Blood.
