Chapter 57: Pale Emperor [1]The moon hung low in the darkened sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the desolate battlefield. Wisps of mist curled around Arthur's sturdy boots as he stood alone, the weight of his purpose settling upon his broad shoulders. His armor gleamed in the moonlight, bearing the marks of countless battles fought in the name of justice. With each passing moment, his heart pounded with anticipation, a symphony of determination resounding within his chest.Across the field, a figure emerged from the shadows, his pale visage reflecting the cold, heartless nature within. The Pale Emperor, a being of sinister power and forbidden knowledge, exuded an aura of malevolence that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. His cloak billowed around him, dark tendrils snaking through the air like serpents hungry for prey.Locked in a chilling gaze, Arthur and the Pale Emperor stood as the living embodiment of their opposing forces. The anticipation crackled in
Chapter 58: Pale Emperor [2]The Pale Emperor's eyes burned with fury as he conjured a swirling vortex of black mist around him. It pulsed with raw power, threatening to consume everything in its path. With a chilling voice filled with scorn, he unleashed a barrage of dark projectiles towards Arthur, each one pulsating with deadly intent.The valiant knight's training and experience proved invaluable as he deflected the projectiles with expert skill. He twisted, turned, and spun with unparalleled grace, his sword a steadfast guardian against the encroaching darkness.Arthur: "Your power is impressive, Pale Emperor, but it is nothing compared to the light that resides within me. I fight for those who have suffered at your hands!"As he spoke, a surge of radiant energy enveloped Arthur's body, casting a brilliant aura around him. The pure light clashed against the encroaching darkness, a mesmerizing battle of opposing forces that threatened to tear the very fabric of reality.Undeterred
Chapter 59: Wheel Of Fortune [1]Arthur had been collecting the blood essence of demigods he had been killing. The final corrupt demigod alive was the fortune wheele emperor who possessed a artifact- the wheel of fortune. It was a shield that looked like wheel.The air crackled with a volatile mix of anticipation and tension as Arthur stood poised before the formidable Fortune Wheel Emperor. The Emperor's towering figure was shrouded in dark, ornate armor, adorned with arcane symbols that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. Gripped tightly in his gauntleted hand, he held the artifact that had driven Arthur's relentless pursuit—the Wheel of Fortune. The shield-like wheel shimmered with an otherworldly glow, its polished surface reflecting the flickering torchlight.Arthur's gaze locked with the Emperor's piercing eyes, their intensity piercing through the chaos of the battlefield. "Your reign of corruption ends here," he declared, his voice resolute and unwavering. "I will not re
Chapter 60: Wheel Of Fortune [2]: Volume 1 EndSummoning every ounce of strength within him, Arthur channeled the blood essence coursing through his veins. His body radiated with a pulsating aura, crackling with energy. With a fierce battle cry, he charged at the corrupted Emperor, his blade gleaming in the dim light.Their clash echoed through the air, the clash of steel reverberating like thunder. Arthur's strikes were swift and calculated, aiming for weak points in the corrupted armor. But the Emperor's newfound power made him a formidable adversary, his attacks fueled by dark, unhinged energy.As the battle raged on, the ground trembled beneath them, cracks spreading like a spider's web. The air crackled with volatile energy as spells and slashes collided, creating a dazzling spectacle of light and shadow.Through the chaos, Arthur caught glimpses of his past battles, the faces of fallen demigods etched in his mind. Their blood essence surged within him, infusing him with resilien
Chapter 61: A New JourneyAs Han Yichen gradually stirred from his prolonged slumber, the veil of unconsciousness was delicately lifted, revealing a world of muted hues and ethereal morning light. The soft rays of the sun spilled through the parted curtains, casting a warm glow upon the chamber where he lay. The air carried a subtle fragrance, a mingling of sandalwood and jasmine, which lent an aura of tranquility to the space.Before him, the scene unfolded like a masterfully painted canvas, with Li Changsheng occupying the foreground. A figure of serene grace, he sat perched upon a cushioned seat, the delicate porcelain teacup cradled in his slender fingers. Each measured sip was an orchestrated ritual, the steam curling upward in elegant tendrils, as if dancing to an otherworldly symphony. The fragrance of the tea permeated the room, infusing the atmosphere with a soothing presence.A contented smile graced Li Changsheng's countenance, its gentle curve a testament to the pleasure d
Chapter 62: Elixir [1]Han Yichen's voice, firm and commanding, pierced through the charged atmosphere. "San Mu, the time has come. Let the battle commence." His words hung in the air, resonating with a weight that reflected the magnitude of the moment.And with that, the battle erupted like a tempest unleashed. Warriors surged forward, their footsteps pounding against the earth, accompanied by the clash of steel and the rhythmic symphony of battle cries. The battlefield became a swirling maelstrom of chaos and determination, as soldiers from both sides collided, their energies intertwining in a dance of skill and strategy.Han Yichen, his movements fluid and precise, led his forces with the astuteness of a seasoned tactician. With each swing of his weapon, he carved a path through the opposing ranks, a force to be reckoned with. His every action radiated the confidence and prowess of the Dungeon Lord, inspiring awe and admiration among his allies, while striking fear into the hearts
Chapter 63: Elixir [2] As the elixir touched Han Yichen's lips, time seemed to slow to a crawl, as if the very fabric of reality paused in awe of the transformation about to unfold. With each swallow, the elixir coursed through his veins, infusing his being with a symphony of sensations that defied description. A surge of raw power surged from the depths of Han Yichen's core, radiating through every fiber of his being like an electric current. The elixir's energy wove through his muscles, coiling and expanding, sculpting him into a paragon of strength and grace. His physique transformed, every contour defined with chiseled precision, epitomizing the pinnacle of physical prowess. A shimmering aura enveloped Han Yichen, a luminous manifestation of the elixir's influence. It crackled with an otherworldly radiance, casting ethereal shadows upon the battlefield. The air around him seemed charged, the very atoms vibrating with the potency of his newfound power. His presence became an irr
Chapter 64: Elixir [3] Han Yichen stood at the precipice of destiny, his heart pounding in his chest. The wind whispered through the ancient pines, carrying with it an ominous sense of foreboding. The moonlight bathed the clearing, casting an ethereal glow upon Han Yichen's figure, emphasizing the intensity etched upon his face. Elder Han, a figure cloaked in darkness and draped in the trappings of power, stood before Han Yichen like a looming specter. His eyes gleamed with malice, a twisted smile playing upon his lips. The air crackled with an electric charge as the two adversaries locked eyes, their fates entwined in this fateful encounter. "I'm going to exterminate the ancient King sect very soon," Han Yichen's voice resonated with an iron resolve, cutting through the silence like a sword. The words hung in the air, pregnant with a potent mix of determination and vengeance. His words reverberated deep within his being, echoing the memories of his fallen family, fueling his right