Chapter 37: Emperor Of DarknessThe clash between Arthur, the legendary hero, and the Emperor of Darkness was about to unfold. The air crackled with anticipation as the two titans locked eyes, their determination radiating through the battlefield.Arthur stood tall, his silver armor gleaming under the sun's rays. He gripped his first sword, Dawnbreaker, and exuded an aura of unwavering strength. The Emperor of Darkness, a formidable figure draped in dark robes, wielded a wicked blade with an ominous energy swirling around it.With a thunderous roar, Arthur charged forward, his feet moving with the grace of a seasoned warrior. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, each sword in his arsenal finding its mark. The Swords of Fury, Whirlwind's Edge, and Lightning's Embrace danced through the air, leaving trails of shimmering light in their wake.The Emperor of Darkness proved to be a formidable adversary. He parried Arthur's strikes with precision, his blade emanating a malevolent energy that c
Chapter 38: The Forest Of Endless DarknessExciting chronicles of Arthur began to spread like wildfire, capturing the imaginations of people far and wide. Tales of his valiant exploits echoed through the land, reaching the ears of both common folk and noble elites alike. The news of his triumph over mighty dragons and vicious demons ignited a sense of awe and admiration in the hearts of those who heard his name.Rumors of Arthur's legendary swordsmanship and unwavering bravery reached the farthest corners of the world, drawing countless individuals to seek him out, eager to witness his skills firsthand. They traveled from distant lands, across treacherous terrains, to catch a glimpse of the hero who had vanquished the darkness and brought hope to their troubled world.As Arthur ventured on, his name became a constant topic of conversation in taverns, marketplaces, and royal courts. Bards composed ballads in his honor, recounting his daring escapades and noble deeds. Painters and sculp
Chapter 39: Wrath [1]As the clash between Arthur and the Abyssal Demon King reached its climax, a cataclysmic surge of power erupted from their final clash. The force unleashed tore through the heart of the Forest of Endless Darkness, rending the veil of perpetual night.In an instant, the darkness dissipated, replaced by the dawning light of a new day. Sunbeams, long absent from this forsaken realm, pierced through the once impenetrable canopy of shadows. The land, now revealed in all its blood-stained glory, bore witness to the aftermath of an unimaginable battle.There, amidst the fallen bodies of a million abyssal demons, sat Arthur. His weary form, bathed in the newfound sunlight, emanated an aura of resolute triumph. It was an image that defied the customs and norms of the demon realm, for standing or sitting upon the fallen bodies of others was deemed disrespectful and frowned upon.Yet, it was this audacious act that earned Arthur a name that would echo throughout the ages—th
Chapter 40: Wrath [2]As the days slipped away, ten sunrises and ten moonlit nights marked the passage of time. Half a month had elapsed since Arthur had received the invitation from the sky palace, and he found himself standing atop a rugged mountain peak.The wind howled around him, tugging at his cloak and rustling his disheveled hair. The mountain, reaching towards the heavens, seemed to mirror the heights of Arthur's own turbulent emotions. His gaze, fixed on the distant horizon, was a mixture of determination and anticipation.From this vantage point, Arthur could see the world spread out before him. The sprawling landscapes, the shimmering rivers, and the vast expanse of forests and plains were all part of the tapestry that he had fought to protect. But there was more to his journey than mere conquest and revenge. He had come to understand that true strength lay not in the annihilation of his enemies, but in the preservation of the world he held dear.Taking a deep breath, Arth
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 42: Wrath [4]"Your reign ends here, Earth deity!" Arthur's voice echoed with unwavering conviction. "I will show you that mortal determination can surpass even divine might!"The Earth deity's face contorted with a mixture of rage and disbelief. "You... you dare defy me? I am the earth incarnate! No mortal can defy me!"But Arthur's determination knew no bounds. With a final surge of strength, he unleashed a devastating strike, his sword tearing through the Earth deity's defenses. A resounding crack filled the air as the deity's heavy sword shattered under the impact.The Earth deity stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock. "Impossible... how can a mere mortal... defeat me?"Arthur stood tall, his breath ragged but his spirit unyielding. The weight of his triumph bore down upon him, the realization that he had overcome a deity sinking in. He looked into the Earth deity's eyes, his own filled with a mix of compassion and determination."Even the mightiest of gods can be hu
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 44: The Crimson Sky Sutra"Indeed, the grandeur of the sky palace is quite impressive," remarked one of the visiting elders from a different sect, his gaze sweeping across the opulent decorations. However, his expression soured as a foul stench assaulted his senses. With a swift turn to his left, his eyes landed upon a disheveled figure, clad in rags and drenched in blood. This beggar-like individual was a mere fifth ascension cultivator, someone who had barely reached the pinnacle of that realm. How dare he venture into the sacred grounds of the sky palace! It was a blatant act of self-destruction, an invitation to meet his own demise.The elder's eyes narrowed with disdain, his voice dripping with condescension. "You, who barely possess the strength of the fifth ascension, have the audacity to set foot in the sky palace? It seems you are eager to meet a swift and brutal end."The beggar-like figure, undeterred by the elder's words, raised his head, revealing eyes filled with