Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 2496

James nodded.

Qusai asked, “Have you confirmed your Yogacara, then?”

James nodded and said, “Yes.”

“What will it be?”

Qusai asked curiously.

Henrik chimed in, saying, “James’ Yogacara is a wave of Sword Energy left behind by a powerful figure of the Primeval Age.”

“A wave of Sword Energy?” Qusai froze.

Henrik said smilingly, “Don’t underestimate this wave of Sword Energy. Though it’s only a wave of Sword Energy, it’s nonetheless the key to entering the Mound of Sabers.”

Hearing this, James was intrigued. He asked, “What key? What Mound of Sabers?”

Henrik explained, “The Mound of Sabers was left behind by the powerful figure of the Primeval Age. There are many supreme sword-fighting techniques hidden inside the Mound of Sabers. Meanwhile, Sword Energy is the key to entering the Mound of Sabers. To my understanding, from the Primeval Age to the Primordial Age, there has only been a handful who entered the Mound of Sabers. There’ll be at most a person or two who have entered. However, none of them received the inheritance of supreme sword-fighting techniques.”

James looked at him oddly.

This chubby cultivator sure was knowledgeable to know of these secrets. Knowing Henrik’s secrecy, James did not ask any other questions.

In the meantime, James stayed at the Labhranns’ place. As the day of Brielle’s tournament drew nearer, more and more living beings appeared at the Labhranns. Among them were those who descended from the Divine Dimension.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the tournament arrived.

In the distance, Henrik gazed at the glow in the sky and looked at the man before him, saying, “James, he’s Txomin Labhrann, a.k.a. the Divine King of Labhrann, who’s rumored to have reached the peak of the Divine Rank’s Third Stage. In truth, he has reached the Quasi-Emperor Rank.”

James looked at Txomin.

As the colorful glow descended upon Mount Lutheran, the Labhranns of the Divine Dimension appeared on the empty plot of land. There were only approximately a hundred of them.

Txomin looked around thirty years of age. Wearing a black robe, he was not considered handsome. However, he exuded great charisma.

“So, he’s the real Patriarch of the Labhranns who’s a Quasi-Emperor at the same rank as Sophie?”

James murmured.