Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

Alan didn’t slow down in the slightest. His sword slashed directly onto the fire dragon staff, and the woman in the red dress trembled violently, the swell on her chest bouncing in an astounding arc. She staggered back several dozen steps, barely mitigating the impact of the [Blade Spirit].

At this moment, everyone present looked at Alan with newfound seriousness.

To have already mastered [Blade Spirit] at such a young age—and wield it with such finesse—meant he could easily earn a place among the top-tier prodigies!

Under their gazes, Alan, who had just repelled the red-dressed woman, swept his eyes across the crowd and roared:

“Who else dares step forward?!”

His [Blade Spirit] was already domineering by nature. Now, paired with his fierce shout, his aura surged even higher. He was like an unsheathed sword—too sharp for anyone to touch!

Then, all of a sudden, Alan grabbed the third princess’s wrist—and ran!

The third princess had just been about to praise Alan’s performance, but before she could even open her mouth, she was being dragged into full retreat by him.

She looked at Alan speechlessly. “Weren’t you full of momentum just now? Why the sudden retreat?”

Alan chuckled awkwardly. “That was just for show! There are too many of them—we wouldn’t stand a chance in a real fight. Now that we’ve intimidated them a little, we need to use the opportunity to escape!”

Reasoning with that crowd? They wouldn’t listen. A real head-on clash? They didn’t play fair. The best move was to get out while they still could.

The third princess actually understood this as well. It was just that Alan’s shift in attitude had been so sudden that she couldn’t keep up for a moment.

Very soon, with both of them running at full speed, they reached the gate of the ancient castle.

But just as they arrived and were about to catch their breath, a blinding flash of cold light burst from the seemingly empty air—rushing straight for the third princess’s throat!

It was a strike meant to kill instantly!

The third princess’s breathing became ragged. The attack had come too fast. Though she sensed it, she had no time to react.

Just as the deadly light was about to pierce her throat, Alan—who had sensed the danger a moment before she had—threw himself forward, pushing her out of the way and using his staff-sword as a shield to block the incoming strike.

But the power behind the cold light was overwhelming. Though it deflected off his weapon, it still slashed into Alan’s shoulder, tearing away a chunk of flesh.

Alan was wounded!

The third princess, now fully aware of what had just happened, felt a surge of emotion—touched by Alan’s actions, but even more furious at the attacker!

Her sharp eyes instantly locked onto the direction from which the cold light had come. A youth wearing deerskin gloves strolled out from the corner of the castle, smiling as if he were looking at prey.

“Your reaction speed’s not bad. But under my flying swords, you won’t escape death.”

He grinned coldly and removed his gloves. The gentlemanly demeanor vanished, replaced by a sinister and savage aura.

But before he could say more, Alan had already charged straight at him.

Despite the severe injury to his shoulder, Alan charged like it was nothing, eyes filled with nothing but cold killing intent.

For Alan, injuries were nothing new. But ever since breaking through to tier-iron level 10, his power and physical body had reached a terrifying level.

He hadn’t been this badly wounded in a long time.

This guy—deserved to die!

In Alan’s fury, his [Blade Spirit] seemed to take on a faint crimson hue.

The previously smiling youth now lost his smirk, finally sensing the tremendous pressure Alan was exerting.

He immediately removed the deerskin gloves, revealing fingers so slender and flawless they looked like white jade—more delicate than a woman’s.

At this moment, ten ultra-fine threads formed from metal elements extended from his fingers. Each thread was linked to a short sword, about the length of a forearm.

As Alan reached him, the youth’s ten fingers began to twitch rapidly, and the flying swords launched from every direction—like streaks of light too fast to track.

If not for Alan’s enhanced mental perception as a magus, he wouldn’t have been able to keep up with their speed at all.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A cascade of clashing sounds rang out as Alan struck down the incoming swords with force, drawing ever closer to the youth.

He could actually block this many flying swords?!

Shock flickered in the youth’s eyes. Each of his swords was incredibly sharp and thin as a cicada’s wing, designed for speed and lethality. Paired with his tier-gold control spell—[Threaded Strike]—even tier-gold magi would be overwhelmed, unable to escape a fatal blow.

Yet Alan, a mere tier-bronze magus, was fending them off perfectly, countering every strike with precision.

His mental perception and battle instincts were truly extraordinary!

Still, the youth’s surprise only lasted for a second.

His fingers twitched faster and faster. His control over the swords became more delicate and deadly.

Then—at a precise moment—all ten swords, from various angles and directions, launched simultaneously in a final, lethal strike toward Alan!

This was his ultimate move!

Even a tier-gold magus might fall to this sudden, synchronized ambush.

Each of those flying swords carried devastating power!

The youth, confident he had calculated every variable and was about to watch Alan’s tragic demise, saw Alan suddenly stop blocking.

He only parried the five swords coming from the front—then, as if reckless and fearless, he ignored the ones coming from behind and slashed straight at the youth!

The sword energy was razor-sharp, deadly.

The youth merely sneered—Alan’s strike might be fierce, but his flying swords were faster!

Slash!

The flying swords reached Alan first—except they were stopped by an earthen wall that had suddenly materialized behind him.

Though the wall, formed of dense earth element, absorbed much of the blow, the force still caused a wound on Alan’s back. Blood streamed out—but the attack didn’t pierce through completely.

And Alan’s sword? It was already at the youth’s face!

The youth’s expression turned deathly pale.

He never expected Alan to be able to command elemental magic!

This guy—he’s a magus too?!

Just as that realization struck, an overwhelming sense of death flooded his senses.

That sword strike—he couldn’t stop it in time!

“I am a prince of the Blood Kingdom! If you harm me, the Blood Kingdom will never let you go—!”

His shout wasn’t even fully spoken when Alan’s sword cleaved through his neck.

Slash!

Blood sprayed.

The youth’s head soared into the air.

One strike. A clean kill.

After finishing him off, Alan immediately used his magic to force out the embedded flying swords from his body, snatched the youth’s storage ring, and grabbed the third princess to continue fleeing.

The pursuers were already closing in!

As the third princess glanced at Alan’s back, now soaked in blood, her heart trembled.

She instantly grabbed Alan’s wrist in return and began pulling him forward—running even faster!

But they hadn’t gone far before both of them came to an abrupt halt.

A new figure blocked their path.

Beatrice.

She stared at them coldly, as if looking at two corpses.

The third princess narrowed her eyes and said icily:

“You’ve already gotten something. Greed will bring only ruin.”

Beatrice replied flatly, “The legacy belongs to those with the power to claim it. If you can’t protect it, hand it over to me.”

As she spoke, the red-dressed woman and the others who had been chasing after them landed around Alan and the third princess, fully surrounding them.

There were many legacies here, but clearly, the magic skill in the third princess’s possession was the one they all craved most.

It was the greatest treasure—and no one was planning to give it up.

Feeling the pain in his back, Alan raised his voice and said:

“Everyone, we’re not unwilling to hand over the magic skill—but who exactly are we supposed to give it to? Maybe you should all discuss that among yourselves first?”

The crowd that had been eyeing Alan and the third princess hungrily just a moment ago now exchanged uncertain glances.

They weren’t nearly as united anymore.