School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start Chapter 279 -279-Sword Spirit

Anderson was completely dumbstruck.

If they hadn’t realized the magnitude of Owen’s breakthrough by now, then they had lived their lives in vain!

"This sword intent..." Anderson muttered to himself.

Owen, gripping Bloodbane tightly, had an incredibly sharp gaze, with the sword intent slowly gathering around him.

He began to recall all the content of the ninth level of the Sanctuary’s sword technique, his mind iterating it countless tis.

"Sword Flash!"

The sword light, like a bolt of lightning, vanished in a flash.

The next mont, it had already reached the barrier set up by the elder and struck it.

The barrier imdiately stirred up violent ripples.

Although it did not shake the barrier, it deeply shocked Christopher once again.

Had Owen actually executed the ninth level of the sword technique?

Doesn’t this imply that, in terms of comprehension, he has reached a level comparable to that legendary figure?

Does such talent truly exist?

Christopher’s feelings were no longer just shock but also unease and worry.

It’s said that chaos breeds geniuses, but Owen’s level has already surpassed that of a genius, hasn’t it?

The more he thought about it, the more sothing seed off, but he couldn’t pinpoint the problem.

Why could Owen progress so rapidly?

He also knew about Owen’s past.

It had been only a few months since he joined the Sanctuary.

How could he...

Even if a master of swordsmanship were reborn, reaching perfect sword intent in just a few months would be impossible.

Moreover, Owen had broken through five shackles, and with one more, he would achieve a perfect physique.

The terror of a perfect physique has been recorded in history.

Such beings are profoundly formidable.

While Christopher and Anderson were in shock, Owen’s consciousness was communicating with a sword shadow.

"You say you’re the Sword Spirit of Bloodbane?" Owen’s consciousness asked, filled with doubt.

Previously, the sword light had pierced into his consciousness, transforming into a stream of strange energy that flowed into Owen’s mind, and a sword shadow was projected in his mind, creating a ntal connection with him.

"Yes, I’ve beco one with your mories, which is why your sword intent has reached perfection."

A crisp, youthful female voice entered Owen’s mind, followed by the sword light flickering and transforming into a young girl who appeared vividly in Owen’s mind.

The girl’s features were youthful and pure, dressed in a black dress with erald patterns, invoking an instinctive tenderness in the onlooker.

Owen looked in astonishnt at the pure girl in his mind, only now realizing what exactly he had brought back from the ruins.

"Have you fully matured?" he asked.

Bloodbane nodded.

"Yes, you are now my master," Bloodbane looked at Owen with shimring eyes, a smile playing on her lips, "So you can do whatever you wish!"

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Owen’s consciousness, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes sparkling.

Owen glanced at Bloodbane, who was not yet fully matured, and flicked her forehead.

Bloodbane clung to Owen’s arm, a soft sensation instantly enveloping him, causing Owen’s consciousness to tremble.

He quickly cald his mind.

"Master, are you sure you don’t want to do anything to ?" Bloodbane lifted her beautiful eyes slightly, her mouth slightly open.

Owen instantly felt a surge of mischief rising from his belly, hurriedly distancing himself from Bloodbane.

Setting aside the fact that he shouldn’t touch Bloodbane in such a way, just his physique not being perfect yet restrained him.

Seeing Bloodbane running towards him, Owen imdiately ntally exclaid, "Stop it."

Bloodbane tilted her head, then obediently stood by his side, not pestering Owen anymore.

"Then I’ll listen to Master!"

"Bloodbane, can you tell what happens when you’re fully nurtured?"

Owen knew Bloodbane would absorb arcanergy to grow when fully nurtured, but beyond that, he was clueless.

"Of course." Bloodbane smiled sweetly.

"Once a Sword Spirit of our kind forms a master-servant bond with a warrior, our mories beco shared.

I can also absorb the arcanergy of heaven and earth or devour so heavenly treasures to advance."

"Another benefit for the master is that I can significantly speed up the comprehension of sword intent. Plus, I can fight on my own without the master’s control."

Bloodbane’s crisp voice entered Owen’s mind, making him sowhat enjoy the mont.

He couldn’t help but feel envious of his own luck.

"Master?"

Seeing Owen spacing out, Bloodbane waved her little hand in front of him.

Owen snapped back to reality, saying, "I should go back now, or the elder and the others will start worrying."

Bloodbane looked up, then nodded lightly, "Master, let’s go back then."

"Us?" Owen was puzzled but didn’t ask further.

If he didn’t return soon, the elder and the others might indeed start to worry.

Owen’s consciousness returned, his eyes imdiately regaining their clarity as he withdrew the arcanergy and sword intent surrounding him.

A gentle breeze blew, and the space returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Owen, you’ve finally awakened."

Anderson, who had been watching from not too far away, saw Owen’s eyes regain their clarity and imdiately rushed into the barrier.

Owen had been continuously executing sword techniques, each strike carrying imnse destructive power, so much so that even Anderson dared not approach and could only wait outside the barrier.

Also waiting were Yashum and Perini, who hurried to Owen’s side upon seeing him recover.

anwhile, the elder had been ditating with his eyes closed.

Since detecting the sword light within Owen, he knew there was no need to worry about Owen.

He admired Owen’s "divine blessing" even more.

Owen actually possessed a growing divine artifact of exceptionally high quality.

Yashum, with Perini by his side, ca to Owen and asked with concern, "Owen, how do you feel now?"

If it weren’t for Owen covering their retreat earlier, they would have been killed by those villains.

It would have been difficult even to die in a dignified manner, as those people would surely have searched them thoroughly inside and out.

"I’m fine. How about you two?" Owen replied with a smile, looking at Yashum and Perini.

By the ti he spoke, he already knew Yashum and Perini were in no trouble.

Their complexions were rosy, their breathing strong, clearly in peak condition.

As Owen expected, Yashum laughed heartily and nodded, patting his chest.

"Owen, don’t worry, we’re both doing great!"

"Yep, we’re fine." Perini also softly smiled and asked Owen again, "Big brother Owen, are you really okay?" Owen shook his head with a smile.

"Really, I’m fine. I’m doing well."

Relieved by Owen’s assurance, Perini relaxed.

Turning her head and seeing her brother looking at her with a aningful gaze, her cheeks flushed red, and she lightly glared at her brother.

Yashum chuckled, retracting his gaze without saying anything further.

He patted Owen and Anderson on the shoulders and laughed, "Since everything’s alright, let’s have a drink then. Perini and I will be leaving soon."

"You’re leaving?" Owen and Anderson frowned slightly.

With Bermuda just gone, they feared Yashum and Perini leaving might put them at risk of being captured.

Though reason told them Bermuda wouldn’t be foolish enough to provoke the elder again, they couldn’t help but worry.

Yashum glanced at Perini, then smiled at Owen, "Yes, we’re planning to return for a bit."

Just as Owen and Anderson were about to say more, a light laughter ca from the side.

"Rest assured, if anyone within ten thousand miles dares to trouble them, I’ll obliterate them."

"Elder."

"Elder."

Seeing the elder rise from his ditation and approach, Owen and the others quickly paid their respects respectfully.

Christopher laughed heartily, waving his hand.

"There’s no need for formality. Just behave as you usually would."

"Yes." Owen and the others bowed in response.

"Then carry on, I must return," Christopher said with a smile.

"From now on, you must be cautious at all tis; I won’t always be by your side," he added seriously.

Not only was he returning to the Sanctuary, but he had also received a summons from the World League, necessitating his attendance at a conference.

The round trip to the conference would take several days.

Although he would instruct other elders to covertly protect Owen and Anderson, he still felt uneasy.

After all, within the Sanctuary, Owen and Anderson were the beacon of hope.

They were the pillars ant to support the Sanctuary against the impending calamity and could not afford any mishaps.

Owen and Anderson, noticing the seriousness in Christopher’s eyes, nodded earnestly.

"Rest assured, elder, we will be very careful."

They had no intentions of simply returning.

The elder had not insisted they go back as a precaution because he knew that being under his protection all the ti, although Owen and Anderson would grow, they might not reach their full potential before the calamity struck.

"I must leave now, rember to be cautious," Christopher cautioned once more before breaking through space, disappearing from Owen and the others’ sight.

The mont the elder had left, a crisp, youthful female voice suddenly rang out.

"Master, I’ve co out!"

As the voice faded, Bloodbane, which was sheathed behind Owen, transford into a pure young girl wearing a black dress with erald patterns, standing in front of Owen.

Without waiting for Owen’s response, she imdiately threw herself into Owen’s arms, looking up at him softly, "Master, hug quickly."