Chapter 160 Strange Attribute

• In a city not far from the palace, a lone silhouette perched on the edge of a towering building. The figure had two massive swords strapped to his back, their weight seemingly inconsequential.
• “The palace is under attack?” he muttered, his voice laced with faint surprise. A smirk curled his lips. “Give me five minutes.”
• A crackling energy began to surge around him, and his demeanor shifted dangerously. “It must be those guys. Perfect timing,” he said, his tone alive with menace. “I was just getting bored.”