"Titan, hand over your weapon, and we'll let you go!" The ancient blue dragon, wrapped in blue and white thunder, stood in front of Muria. Its gaze fell on the armor on Muria's body and the weapon floating behind him, saying unrealistic things.
"At this point, you're still talking such wise words." Muria looked at the blue dragon blocking his way and a cold smile crossed his face. "Old dragon, have you ever tasted the flavor of being attacked by six legendary weapons at the same time?"
"What do you mean?" The avaricious blue dragon stiffened slightly, feeling a chill emanating from its rear end and an impending sense of doom.
"Just what I said." Muria raised his hand, his five fingers spread towards the blue dragon. Behind him, excluding the Star Cloud Chain and Starfall Bow, all six legendary weapons, including the Staff of the End, flipped 90 degrees and aimed their sharpest ends at the ancient blue dragon.