"Blade momentum? This strike cannot be dodged."
Ethan Smith furrowed his brow. It seemed that the momentum of the blade exhibited within this Holy Kingdom was more peculiar.
The momentum at the moment, like a storm battering a city.
A red dot reflecting the order appeared before Ethan Smith's eyes, and this red dot slowly extended to Grayson's body.
"Put down the blade, or else once it's unleashed, I can't guarantee I can pull it back."
Grayson burst into laughter.
"General."
Suddenly, a chilling sensation stopped his laughter abruptly.
A fine line of blood had appeared on his throat without him knowing.
If the Vajra Long Knife had gone a few inches deeper, his trachea would have been cut completely.
"What a terrifying technique, this can't be practiced..."
A drop of cold sweat rolled down Grayson's head, and he had no idea where this blade had come from.
