Lord Shadow

But their energies would be very pure just like the people in his world. That is because they refined it with their bodies first using the internal energy discipline.

Azief felt like someone is directing him to do all this. This is too perfect of a scenario.

‘Could it be him?’ and his mind once again think of the statue of the monkey on the Supreme Stairway

All of this seems like a long time, but form the moment he laughed until the many changes that happens beyond the sky, only a few second had passed.

Azief look and saw Xi Feng not far away from him. Xi Feng realizes that Azief is looking at him and stand there watching. Azief smiles and his eyes seems to gesture at Xi Feng.

‘Look at him’ he seems to be relating this message to him.

Xi Feng nodded and look intently at his teacher. Azief charged forward again, this time his body possess an unbreakable momentum.

His sword moves are casual and relaxed, carefree and full of joy. That is what people thought when they saw Azief sword dancing at the edge of life and death, slashing people heads like it cut weeds in the ground

Not once, the sword moves retreated. Once the sword is unsheathed, it must fulfil its purpose and once you attack, never stop.

Every technique that Azief shows is only attacking technique. Azief is using his sword to force his enemies to have no other choice than to defend themselves.

In just a few seconds, hundreds feel and they all die beautifully.

The head did not even fly up to the air anymore.

It stays on the soldier’s body until they fall down. When their bodies fall down, their head slides down and their bodies wither before it becomes dust that is blown by the raging wind that accompanied Azief sword strike.

There is Death Source and there is Laws and Concepts in his strike.

The trace of these intangible elements is only minuscule yet it is invincible in this world

If this is the level of power that Azief had in his Earth, then he would not be called the most powerful man in the world.

Thus, one could only imagine what would happen when he regains his full power in this world. Maybe, if he reached his full power here, the Earth could not contain, and the Heavens dares not accept.

Azief sword teaching is unmatched and his strength is also unbeatable. As such what there is a need for him to defend?

Like floating clouds and flowing water, natural and smooth, his sword comes and goes freely and in twenty seconds, a thousand soldiers have died under his sword and his sword light.

The people watching in the distance could not help but gasp in disbelief. Bodies falls down by his side, like they were leaves at the end of autumn.

Zzing!

This time the sword light did not only contain sharpness it also contains a certain killing force that these people could not defend against.

No matter what kind of materials is used to make their shields or what kind of armor clothing they wear, in front of that sword everything seems to be meaningless, futile and weak

The forces on top of the mountaintops, have long stopped fighting. Now, they look at the battle with many looking at it disbelievingly.

The more he moves the more powerful the force in his sword becomes. All defenses shattered, all kinds of formation were wrecked apart by this monstrous power that goes against Heaven.

The land under his feet crumbled as if a storms that could sweep the mountain was sweeping through it.

And those who get swept by it, dies. Those who nears the sword dies. Those who is near that black robe dies.

There is only sentence that comes to mind when coming near the black robe Sword God: Death

Thirty seconds had passed and there is only hundreds of people now on the area. Behind Azief, were corpses of people, each one dying with one single slash

The sword in Azief hand is still as clear as before, the tip of the sword seems to be flat and shorter than before like it is being grinded by something.

Now, that he could sense a bit of Laws and Concepts he could feel the resentment and obsession of the souls of these people.

But for some reason, Azief felt that their soul is incomplete. Azief could not shake the feeling that these people soul…. seems to be…wrong/.

He used to feel the existence of souls when he saw the Wheel of Reincarnation and Rebirth belonging to Azul.

He saw how the souls of the dead hovers around the wheel and its six paths, waiting for their chance for reincarnation.

At that time, while he still did not understand what a soul is and how to manipulate it, he could feel the feeling of the souls.

He knows what a complete soul feels like.

There are memories.

There is confusion, there is emotions and all kind of traces that let him know that these souls used to belong to someone that use to live and have a life of their own.

But as the souls of these soldiers latched unto him, even though Azief could feel their resentment and their obsession, there is something incomplete about them.

Their souls feel like they are washed by Time, infinitely and unceasingly. Like all of this has happened before, and it will endlessly happen again

Azief had his own speculation but he had no one else to talk with to share his theory. He was thinking all of this and at the same time keep killing the soldiers in front of him.

The imperial spies that watched the battle, looking at the soldiers of the two imperial dynasties being slaughtered one-sidedly by the black robed grandmaster dropped their weapons to the ground.

‘We could not defeat such monster’ they muttered. And once one of them surrender, the other follow quickly.

The sword lights fly out everywhere, and one could feel the shaking of their sword, trying to get out from their sheath to follow the sword intent of the grandmaster.

Each one holds tight to their weapon. But not everyone is as strong a some of the elites.

Their swords fly out form their sheaths. It dissipated into petals of lights that struck the soldiers from all directions.

It is a sword formation.

But it is a sword formation that one could not understand. One could only understand such sword formation if they could see it from above.

Many swords fly out form the sheath, the metals that is made into a sword disintegrated like the Laws of the world demands it.

It then turns into sharps straight light that attacks all of the imperial dynasties soldiers from all direction.

If one looked from above, one could see that the entire mountaintop is full of sword light. Everything becomes a sword and the sword is in all things.

In the will of the people, in the sword that contain their beliefs, in the sharpness of the edges of a leave. Everything was turned into a sword.