Published: March 9, 2025
Upon returning to the Vast Mountain, the Sword Spirit was taken aback. No, it should be said that he was greatly shocked.
The scene before him was truly staggering. Since the Sword Spirit had displayed its might and sealed off 99% of the death aura leakage, the Vast Mountain had been crowded with people. But at this moment—
The entire mountain peak was completely cleared out. Below the mountain, it was filled with countless corpses, rivers of blood flowing, and the stench of blood carrying for five hundred miles! The Sword Spirit couldn't help but exclaim, these people are truly bloodthirsty!
Moreover, there were indeed many people.
So many had died, yet there were still so many fighting. What were they doing? Were they still trying to live?!
In the crowd, a figure in black, King’s Blade, walked through quietly, expressionless, with eyes like a vulture.
Some who saw him hurried to avoid him, fearing they would attract the attention of this god of death. This guy was truly terrifying; with a single strike, he left no blood behind, and a decisive kill was guaranteed—without exception!
In just a few days, the King’s Blade had already earned a title that even he himself did not know: Blade of Heavenly Mandate!
Heavenly mandate, cannot be defied!
When he strikes, it is the heavenly mandate wanting you dead!
A single blow, and you die!
Although his time in the limelight was short, he had already established a notorious reputation!
Below the heavenly level, there was no one who could resist him!
At this moment, at the mountain's waist, several groups were fighting desperately, not even knowing what they were fighting for. King’s Blade dragged his blade, walking coldly forward, observing the battle with indifferent eyes.
Unexpectedly, as soon as those dozen or so people saw King’s Blade approaching, they immediately let out a shriek and fled in panic, even abandoning their fight.
"The Blade of Heavenly Mandate is here..."
The crowd scattered like birds and beasts. Each person hurriedly chose a route, wishing they had been born with two extra legs.
King’s Blade's gaze fluctuated slightly. Once, he was merely an ordinary farmer's boy whom anyone could bully, but now, so many people he once looked up to in awe fled in panic upon seeing him!
If life could start over, would he choose to remain that boy, content with reuniting with his family and asking for nothing more? Or would he still choose his current life?
King's Blade closed his eyes, shook his head, and dismissed this entirely impractical question, continuing on with his blade in hand.
Wherever he went, people would clear a path.
The Sword Spirit watched in awe. What an imposing figure! Yes, the Blade of Heavenly Mandate—could it refer to King’s Blade? What a domineering nickname…
Looking down the mountain, he saw a once spacious area now filled with demonic energy soaring into the sky.
It was evident that the forces of the demon race from the Nine Heavens Pavilion had finally arrived. The allure of the ruins was indeed astonishing; even the demon race could not resist it, having traveled across multiple dimensions.
The people from the demon race bore all sorts of strange appearances, some strikingly handsome, while others were hideously deformed, each representing extremes—some with horse lips and donkey mouths, others with cow heads and dog faces.
"Indeed a chaotic dance of demons, ensnaring all living beings!" The Sword Spirit shook his head and once again merged into the sword he had transformed into.
In the blink of an eye, the black mist that had been surging outward suddenly retracted, returning to its original state, flowing gently.
A strong wind arose, and the cold death aura lingering on the mountaintop was quickly swept away.
This sudden change immediately drew everyone's attention.
The chilling aura had returned to how it had been a few days ago. Such a super change naturally shocked everyone, causing a flurry of speculation.
"Why did it suddenly return to normal?"
"What exactly is going on?"