Chapter 41: Wrath [3]The ground beneath the combatants' feet quaked with an intensity that sent tremors rippling across the mountain's surface. From the epicenter of their clash, a fissure began to form, its origin hidden by a cloud of dust and debris. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a man-sized tunnel emerged, its walls jagged and uneven, as if carved by the very wrath of nature itself.A cacophony of crushed rocks cascaded out from within the tunnel, their once-solid forms now pulverized into a fine, ethereal powder that danced upon the howling winds. The dust billowed upward, engulfing the surroundings in a haze of grit and obscurity, shrouding the mountain in an otherworldly cloak.As the dust swirled and settled, the true extent of the tunnel's creation came into view, an awe-inspiring spectacle that defied comprehension. In the blink of an eye, the tunnel spanned from the apex of the mountain to its very core, as if a colossal serpent had burrowed its way through the heart of the

Chapter 43: The Invoker Of WrathAs he surveyed the battlefield, a voice echoed in his mind, a whisper from deep within his soul. It urged him to press forward, to continue his quest to rid the world of evil and restore peace. With renewed determination, Arthur sheathed his sword and set his gaze on the horizon, ready to embark on the next chapter of his heroic journey.The onlookers, who had witnessed the incredible feat, approached Arthur with a mixture of awe and gratitude. They hailed him as a savior, a beacon of hope in a world plagued by darkness. They showered him with words of praise and admiration, their voices blending into a chorus of gratitude.Arthur humbly accepted their accolades, his gaze filled with humility and gratitude. He knew that his victories were not solely his own but were a result of the support and belief of those who stood by his side.As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue across the battlefield, Arthur's thoughts turned to the sky palace and the i

Chapter 45: Half-StepThe battle seemed to stretch on for eternity, neither combatant willing to yield an inch. Their skills were evenly matched, and the spectators were awestruck by the display of martial prowess before them.Finally, in a breathtaking finale, Arthur unleashed a devastating technique, imbuing his sword with all his remaining strength. The blade cleaved through the princess' defenses, and a resounding boom echoed through the arena.The dust settled, revealing Arthur standing victorious, his sword shimmering with a faint glow.The third princess staggered back, her once-confident expression replaced with a mixture of disbelief and admiration. She gazed at Arthur, her crimson Qi dissipating into the air, and a begrudging respect shone in her eyes."You... you have surpassed me," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of astonishment and acknowledgment.Arthur lowered his sword, the tension in his body gradually easing. He approached the third princess with a calm de

Chapter 47: Battle To The End [2]Arthur's eyes burned with an intense focus as he tapped into the depths of his power. His killing intent surged, radiating an aura that struck fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it. He had become a force of nature, a tempest of wrath and vengeance, as he aimed to dismantle the tyranny of the Sky Emperor.The Sky Emperor, though staggered by Arthur's newfound strength, refused to yield. He summoned his own reserves of power, channeling the energy of the heavens into his attacks. Lightning crackled around his body as he launched ferocious strikes, determined to protect his dominion and maintain his supremacy.The clash of their weapons resounded through the battlefield, each strike releasing shockwaves that swept across the land. Mountains crumbled, forests were reduced to ash, and rivers ran red with the aftermath of their battle. The destruction they left in their wake was a testament to the titanic forces at play.As the battle raged on, both

Chapter 49: Demon Lord Of Seven RealmsThe air crackled with an ominous energy as Arthur faced the Demon Lord of the Seven Realms. The battlefield, a desolate wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see, seemed to come alive with swirling shadows and malicious whispers. The very essence of darkness seemed to permeate the air, sending chills down Arthur's spine.The demon lord stood tall and imposing, his form cloaked in a shroud of darkness. His eyes, glowing with an unearthly crimson, pierced through the veil of gloom. His presence exuded power and malice, sending a shiver down the spines of those unfortunate enough to witness his might.Arthur tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles turning white. He could feel the weight of the world upon his shoulders, for this battle was not just his own, but a battle for the fate of all realms. He drew upon his inner strength, channeling his determination and unwavering resolve.With a mighty roar, the demon lord lunged at Arthur, his