Chapter 744

Drake tossed his blade to Sierra and sauntered over to Soren. Grinning, he began, "As expected, it's hard to change the Morris family's nature. No matter how desperate you are to hide, you'll still protect the weapons you craft with your life." Grabbing the blade, Soren staggered backward. He was old, frail, and wasn't trained in martial arts at all. He stood no chance against Drake. "I'm being serious. You can't afford to mess with the owner of this blade," Soren warned. He was forced into a corner with nowhere left to retreat. "Who would ever know if I kill you now?" "The blade will be left unfinished if you kill me now." "So what? I already have the only completed Golden Saber with me anyway." Clenching his left fist, Drake shook it, and five iron rings slid down his arm. If he launched these rings in an attack with his vital energy, he could kill an elephant on the spot. "Tell me, who commissioned this blade? Where did you get the Midnight Ore? What did they promise you?"