Chapter 608: A Grand Event

"Swish, swish, swish..." Streaks of sword light emanated from Gene Mormont's fingertips, like sword beams, tracing arc-like marks in the hazy space. "No, something's still missing." After an hour, Gene withdrew his hand gestures and stood in a daze in the misty space. Despite his efforts to comprehend the sword moves from the Bright Sage Sword Manual, he felt something was amiss. He felt the flaw wasn't in the sword moves themselves but rather that the ancient ancestor of the Gutian Sect who first...