Chapter 510: True Blood Seeking Sword III (2/2)

BOOM!

The horizon was freed from the flames, finally, Inferno disappeared from the Origin World.

The Revenants watched in disbelief, and in fear… they could see the sword reaching the end of its path and on its goal… was Reaper, waiting for the two to clash…

”Run… we need to ruN!”

They all came to the same conclusion…

”It's too late… my tale has been brought to its climax. I have crossed the Four Tales of Killing… all of you… stay… it is time for the Slaughter.”

CLANG!

Two Swords clashed, the echo it held incapacitated them.

~The sword hummed in delight as it accompanied his corrupted roar, everyone who heard it froze in fright as they felt their hearts clutched in despair — [Demonic Tune]~

All froze before Wang Ling, the world for those watching saw the entire battlefield pause.

They watched as a single being bearing the Wings and Haloes of the Primordial stand against the now only tens of thousands of demons… alone… yet regal.

~With a sword in hand, he appears before the Gods. And with a sword in hand… he looks down upon all. And with a sword in hand… none could match his wrath — [God Slayer] ~

Wang Ling let go of Reaper and held the handle of Heaven's Will with both hands. His hand raised the blade above and collected everything his intent could offer.

Qi to Wang Ling became irrelevant, only the killing intent he had remained, ”Blood Seeking Sword — Slaughter Arts — God Slayer.”

Slash

From the heavens, the Gods fell to the Earth… Wang Ling's sword unhesitatingly rendered space, killing every living and nonliving being it touched.

The Abyssal Gates was destroyed and so were the Crystals. The Revenants were cut in half, and the Abyssal Demons turned to black smokes.

”In the end… they couldn't even survive till the Seventh Tale…”

~To his final enlightenment, the man stands atop everything else. He slew Gods and everything that stands in his way… for the last sixty thousand years, his tales evolved and so did his own techniques. He was feared, and hated, everyone sought out information to know his weakness yet none learned as he sat at the Peak of a Crimson Top Mountain, tears of blood would be shed. He stands at the peak of the World, and created the strongest sword techniques… but what used would it be… if he could not protect anyone — [Weeping Blood]~

Like the last ten thousand years of his life, none could once again withstand the culmination of the Sixty Thousand Years' worth of killing intent.

Blood Seeker was the sword that cut of his Master's Head.

When Wang Ling descended from the Red Peak Mountain, he pledged to protect those who would become important to him and never would he fail again.

Blood Seeker, however, had not protected only taken.

But as Wang Ling looked at the desolation before him, he smiled, because finally, ”I managed to protect someone with Blood Seeker.”

”FATHER!”

Qinyang called as sunrise dawn upon the end of the battle.

The sword created to protect that turned to a Slaughterer's Sword tasted, the sensation of protecting someone…