Chapter 369: Blood-Robed Swordsman

As the ancient ship made its way forward, Owen was seated in a quiet corner, eyes shut. His mind, however, had entered his spiritual space, where he was immersed in perfecting his sword skills. "The Sound of Breeze!" "Nino Twist!" Owen wielded his sword, executing two techniques that harnessed the very essence of the Wind Origin to their fullest potential. In terms of level alone, these two sword techniques had already reached the Seventh-Stage Pinnacle. While Owen was practicing swordsmanship,...