Chương 459: A Powerful Guild

His right hand gripped a heavy longsword, and his left used a clean white cloth to wipe the sword clean.

The blade of the sword was not very sharp, and it had nicks on it. It didn't seem like a unique sword, but it emitted a ferocious aura as though it had just absorbed a corpse.

Archduke Blood Fury looked very serious. It was as though he was worshiping a sacred object and did not wish to be disturbed.

Every time he wiped it, the longsword became a bit brighter, and the coldness within it deepened.

In front of the throne, around ten people filling the grand hall silently watched.

There was only the faint sound of the cloth rubbing against the blade.

After a moment, Archduke Blood Fury slowly raised the white cloth in his hand, and a maid at his side immediately stepped forward and received it with both hands. She bowed and retreated.