Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

This Bro!

Unbelievable!

Truly unbelievable!

The Wind Dragon that Glacier was riding slid along the ground for over a hundred meters before coming to a stop. This poor Wind Dragon was unlucky enough to have a black, misty sword thrust into its heart, making it vulnerable to a fatal blow at any moment.

Thus, it was forced to become Glacier's temporary mount.

Wind Dragon Sano: "Can... can I leave now, great human warrior?"

The Wind Dragon was terrified, feeling the oppressive aura from the three mighty Dragon Kings that made it question its very existence. It tried to appease Glacier, begging him for mercy.

Glacier withdrew the sword from the Wind Dragon's chest, and the creature was overjoyed. With all its might, it took to the sky, trying to flee.

Awakening: Hurricane Spear!

Chaos: Vast Dragon Spear!

Light-Dark: Lionheart Sword Roar!

Orson's shot was almost instantaneous, following by two other attacks as if they had planned it ahead of time. The damage numbers soared.

Fatal Blow - 20 million!

The Wind Dragon, already weakened, was instantly shredded in mid-air, turning into a mass of blood and gore.

"That's just cruel!" Orson said, his voice a mix of amusement and disbelief.

The three of them exchanged glances, all of them unable to hold back their laughter.

This wasn't coordination, but pure old-school cunning.

"Glacier! Are you planning to rebel?"

"You heretic who touches forbidden dark magic! Do you dare oppose The Golden House?!"

The sudden appearance of the Saint Swordmaster Glacier sent shockwaves through The Golden House's noble faction.

Glacier said nothing in response. He merely walked calmly toward the Titan Puppet, which was surrounded by the Golden Dragons.

"What if I do?" Orson replied for him, smiling, as he sent out a party invite.

"Saint Swordmaster Glacier has joined the party!"

"Flame Fosset has joined the party!"

The Golden House NPCs, who were about to explode in rage, froze upon seeing the invitation. With the invitation in hand, Orson represented the Elven Clan, so having a few more human followers was perfectly reasonable.

Glacier's gaze hardened, and he walked steadily, unhurried.

"Human Glacier, are you seeking death?"

The Golden Dragons concentrated their breath and unleashed a torrent of Dragon Curses, attempting to obliterate this unwelcome guest.

The intense golden light illuminated the land, as eight Golden Dragons gathered in a formation, looking like a golden palace in the sky.

The earth trembled as earth elements were stirred up, transforming into countless spears, sword rains, and other weapons that surrounded Glacier.

But Glacier... what kind of person was he? Master of both Light and Dark magic, and unmatched swordsmanship, he'd reached the point where he could touch the threshold of the unimaginable domain of time.

With a slight bend of his body, he began to accelerate, like a human lightning bolt, weaving through the torrential waves of magic. Every time he paused, it was at the most opportune moment, effortlessly slicing through the AoE magic attacks, and no matter how close the explosions were, he was untouched.

"Not a single leaf touches him," Orson muttered in amazement.

Glacier's panel indicated that he was at Saint Lord-Class, on par with the champion swordsman Victor. But his unique skill set made him far stronger than most Saint Lord NPCs.

As the dust cleared, Glacier slowly emerged, his usual drunken demeanor replaced with a face full of pride and arrogance: "Light-Dark Fusion!"

The two enchanted swords merged, and two completely opposite magical elements—black and white—began to swirl together, forming an exaggerated broad sword in his hands.

The magic aura at the tip of the sword shimmered, and its blade extended over a hundred meters. With a single swing, the air was disturbed, and an overwhelming sword aura spread out like a shockwave.

Glacier raised his arms, the massive sword held above his head, his face full of killing intent.

Orson felt a chill run down his spine. "Bradley, take notes from your master. This... this is what it means to be a Light-Dark Sword Saint!"

"The might of a giant dragon is not something a human like you can compare with!" Seberk roared angrily. Seeing that magic wasn't working against Glacier, he transformed into a golden-armored swordsman and dove down like an eagle after its prey.

Glacier remained silent, cold as ice, his focus entirely on his target.

As Seberk descended, he raised his giant sword to strike!

Light-Dark Secret Technique: Extinction Dimension Slash!

The muscles in Glacier's arms swelled as his forehead bulged with veins, and he unleashed an S-tier magical sword technique!

Buzz!

With one swift slash, the heavens and earth trembled.

Where the sword light passed, it was as if a blade had sliced through a sandbag, and the space in front of him dissolved into endless chaotic currents, a death zone that swallowed everything in its path!

Orson's hair stood on end. In Infinite Dimensions, any powerful skill that could tear through space was always exaggerated beyond belief.

The top-ten Dragon Knight Aetrexa had once cleaved through space, sending Cain, who had taken the Demon Ascension Pill and ascended to kingship, into exile with a single strike.

Seberk, already severely injured by the Titan Puppet, was now horrified, realizing the horror of Glacier's attack.

In a panic, Seberk quickly returned to his dragon form, flapping his wings desperately to escape the deadly zone created by the sword's slash.

Whoosh...

The space crack disappeared, but Seberk's wing vanished as if it had been sliced away.

The severed area was smooth and even, and only moments later, a massive amount of dragon blood sprayed out in golden streams, spilling across the ground.

Fatal Blow - 12 million!

Bleeding - 200,000!

Bleeding - 200,000!

"Golden Dragons are indeed tough to deal with," Glacier muttered, frowning in disappointment. He hadn't been able to take down Seberk with a single blow, and that was a bit of a letdown for him.

His words sent a chill down the spines of The Golden House's members.

They never expected the fallen swordsman Glacier to be so powerful, almost taking down the great Golden Dragon Seberk in one hit!

Orson shook his head. Glacier's strike was indeed terrifying.