Gabriel Rogers, the fresh-faced Sword Saint and prized pupil of the legendary Yermolai, stood amid the chaos.A Sword Saint in Alara meant more than just being able to swing a blade; it meant he was a weapon master, a true combat virtuoso. A Sword Saint was someone who had stepped into the divine, a force of nature in human form. It was the highest honor bestowed upon Alara's warriors. Each disciple who earned the title was a titan, with a name that rang across lands and a power that dwarfed even the vaunted Shadow-class warriors."You, a renowned Eastern warrior, have dared to come to my Alara and slaughter innocents mercilessly. You have brought shame to your homeland of Lindorm Land and its proud martial arts community," Gabriel shouted from the top of the stairs. His gaze was drawn to Ashton in the distance, then to the military base, littered with bodies and the injured. The sight broke his heart.That was a calculated strike to annihilate the Dark Dragon Society's branch. The
A cyan dragon, conjured from a whirlwind, stretched over ten meters long. The Cyan Royal Dragon move, crafted from blades of wind, resembled a dragon poised to swallow the world whole.The dragon surged forward like a thundering locomotive with a single flick of Ashton's wrist. That was no ordinary energy strike. The ten-meter-long cyan dragon, spawned by the whirlwind's fury, could slice an ordinary person in half on contact, the whirling cyclone tearing flesh from bone. Even an experienced cultivator would be afraid to confront it with their inner core essence.The Cyan Royal Dragon bore Ashton's core essence, and should it clash with another, it would detonate its wind blades, unleashing a maelstrom of cyclones. It would erupt like a colossal bomb, obliterating every foe within its reach.The move sent shivers down everyone's spine.Gabriel gripped his sword, beads of sweat dotting his brow. He stood in the heart of the onslaught, trapped."Skybreaker Slash! Blade Breaker Slash
A deadly whirlwind severed Marciano's head, and his head rolled away. His eyes were wide as he tumbled, face up to the sky, eyes fixed on Borra.However, Borra was not scared. She smiled—a chilling, devilish grin. Only Borra knew it was the smile of vengeance. Turning into a monster was not the horror; it was feeling helpless while her family suffered that truly terrified her. Then, thanks to Mister Levin, she had her chance."Anyone else?" Ashton approached her.Borra shook her head gently. "The rest are the Dark Dragon Society's ordinary members. Mister Levin, you've already taken care of them."Ashton acknowledged her with a nod. "You are now free to leave. If you are worried, you are welcome to stay with me. Your sister did me a favor once, and I owe you the opportunity to choose."Borra's face was tinged with sadness when she thought of her sister. She quickly sniffed back her tears and smiled brightly. "I would like to stay with you, Mister Levin."Ashton nodded again, his
It only took Ashton eight minutes to arrive at the Dark Dragon Society's Pailedo branch and destroy it. Over 500 of the 600 people present died, with just over 60 escaping. The military base's leaders were utterly decimated.However, the news that truly shocked people was the last to be released.Yermolai's prized pupil, the Sword Saint Gabriel, had fallen to Ashton. Gabriel, a master swordsman with shadow-class skills and a likely successor to the Sword Saint title, had not stood a chance.In a shadowy chamber in Jablonski City."Could the cultivator from Lindorm Land truly be as formidable as the dark web whispers claim? Our intel confirms Ashton is just in his 20s. How has he cultivated to such an extent?" Gregorio mused, his voice a low rumble.The destruction of the Dark Dragon Society's Pailedo branch barely registered on Gregorio's radar. One perplexing question consumed his thoughts—how could young Ashton wield such staggering might in battle?If Lindorm Land's martial ar
The person locked eyes with Ashton, their bored expression instantly giving way to excitement as they bounded over."Ashton, what are the odds!" Chrissy exclaimed, her previous outfit replaced by a pristine white dress that gave her an air of timeless grace reminiscent of the fabled beauties from Lindorm Land.Ashton was surprised to see Chrissy in that location. Pailedo was a sprawling city with many entertainment options, and he had expected her to gravitate toward the glitz of bars and neon-lit streets.Chrissy had it all mapped out—Citrupa Shrine was her first destination. She rose at dawn to scale the mountain as the sun crept above the horizon to get enveloped by a raw, natural tranquility that the city's chaos could never offer."What a coincidence, huh? Is it any good here?" Ashton asked offhandedly.Chrissy's lips twisted into a pout. "Good? It's a total bust."I heard all these stories about how amazing Citrupa Shrine was, and I wanted to pay my respects to the Citrupa
Together, the trio stepped across the threshold.Solax's heart pounded as he looked at the woman before him. She was not just any threat; she was a Shadow-class super titan from the Shadow Ninja organization, infamous for her ruthlessness. To look at her was to play with death, to flirt with it.He had no choice but to confront her; his fate had become inextricably linked with Ashton's.As Ashton and his companions passed through the threshold, Kelma and Ephraim exchanged a fleeting smirk that vanished as quickly as it appeared."Greetings, Titan of Lindorm Land, Mister Levin," Kelma said, with a nod that carried the weight of her position as Shadowy Ninja clan leader. "I am Kelma, and this is Mister Porter, the esteemed head of the Citrupa Shrine and our beloved Luminara of Alara.""Will you hand over the Water of Youth without a fuss, or will we have to fight? I'm ready to take you down and claim it myself if need be."I am guessing you did not bring me here without expecting a
"You are a pitiful bunch, obsessed with petty formalities and blind to true honor. You speak of respect for Lindorm Land's titans, but your eyes betray you—they are filled with contempt, disgrace, and greed," Ashton said.Ephraim's laughter echoed through the air, a taunting cackle. "So what if you die here today? In your own Lindorm Land terms, the victor writes history. You're the real villain here—the despicable one who deserves to die!" His triumphant grin was as wide as the chasm between them. "Being upfront is the best way to deal with you Lindorm Land folks. You're all so full of yourselves. It's laughable!"Ashton could not help but smirk at the provocation."Being upfront, and yet I showed up as promised. It makes you wonder, who's the real fool here?""You think a Luminara, a shadow ninja, some low-tier ninjas, and a cursed idol can guarantee your victory over me? You don't know the first thing about me."He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.Ephraim st
Everyone was stunned.What was going on?Why did Citrupa God fly out?Madeline's eyes were wide open. She no longer appeared flirtatious but rather terrified.What should they do if Citrupa God was not Ashton's opponent? Who else could defeat him besides the Sword Saint?That was the first time she had questioned Sunoria's combat abilities. Were they more powerful than Lindorm's warriors? They were also young warriors like Ashton, but the man could fight off older, more capable warriors. What about them? They were unqualified."Don't worry, the Citrupa God is invincible in the shrine. No one can kill him. The power of worship can keep him alive forever." The man next to her comforted her.However, Madeline Nader was not happy.Nothing would be resolved if the Citrupa God was unable to kill Ashton. He could easily hunt them in the future as long as he escaped. Well, unless they never left Citrupa Shrine, which was unrealistic.It would be too late by the time Ashton left the sh