12 A Familiar Situation (1/2)

A curtain of light had quickly covered the sky. The light blue sky and clouds could still be seen, but it was no longer clear. A membrane of light of had come between it and the actual space outside the arena.

The space around the battle arena was sealed. Many flying swords floated ominously around the stage. They all were pointing at Shura. The Spirit King had sealed his route of escape and was about to continue his attacks at any moment. The young woman merely watched on. She didn't think it was necessary for her to do anything now.

Shura had now calmed down. He could only scold himself in his mind for his childish behavior earlier. The road of cultivation was long. He didn't believe that the difference between the lowest Spirit Warrior and a Spirit Saint was a simple matter of power or how long they could live. One also had to have a mature and cultivated mind.

So what if one cultivated and could live a little while longer? They would still die one day unless they had truly reached an unfathomable height. And so what if instead of killing a man in one strike they were instead able to flatten a mountain, or even destroy a whole world with one palm strike?

If their mentality was subject to influences, of anger, sorrow, and hatred, and other extreme emotions, then they were still ultimately bound and controlled by these things. If a truly powerful being was still bound in that way, would their power and longevity truly have any meaning?

Mindset was important. One could already determine who would win or lose in a fight by comparing mindsets.

The best option for Shura would be to escape. He was not affiliated with any groups and had no backings of his own. If he started confronting strong people with backgrounds out in the open, then he wouldn't live long.

He was standing in front of two strong opponents and danger both seen and unseen surrounded him on all sides. Yet Shura felt like it was all very distant from him.

Would he have to do something drastic again? He would rather die than keep taking steps backward though.

Although this fight had started because he had been careless, he had truly wanted to see it to the end. It was a shame that he wouldn't have the opportunity today. His opponents were too powerful for the current him and he was in a disadvantaged position.

Shura began to run away. He didn't look back and kept running. He wouldn't last for long if he was trapped here. Shura cast an enhancement spell on his sword to further reinforce it as he ran and stored up his energy in it.

He soon reached the edge of the arena. He slashed his sword at the curtain of light that had isolated the arena from the outside world. A long red line ran across the light curtain and it shook for a moment. The damage on the light curtain quickly recovered and it returned to its normal appearance.

Shura felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He could feel the two behind him getting very near. He gritted his teeth, there was a crazy look in his burning red eyes as he turned around to look at his enemies.

Would he be confined to a prison? No, the middle-aged Spirit King was intent on killing him here and now.

All of his life living in the world, even during the struggle for survival against demons or other survivors, he had never felt such a ridiculous feeling while fighting either to survive or kill.

He couldn't find any right reason this Spirit King had to take his life. He had no moving motive. The Spirit King wasn't doing it for survival or vengeance, but only because of his ideal. What was wrong? What was right? Was it only a matter of strength and status?

As cultivators lived more and fought more, such a question would inevitably come up.

His carelessness had killed some innocent spectators. For that, the Spirit King wanted his life.

Shura looked deeply at the Spirit King. There wasn't a speck of dust or dirt on his white robe. He looked aloof from the suffering of mortal existence. He then looked at the young woman, Silis. She didn't have an expression on her face. Perhaps she thought what there was nothing wrong with what she saw.

The flying swords instantly shot toward him.

Shura instantly moved as well. He deflected a few flying swords but one had made a hole in his lower abdomen. He coughed out blood and was thrown back. Although a Spirit Grandmaster had a tenacious life force and Shura's body was as strong as a Spirit Lord's, a wound from a flying sword of a Spirit King was not something he could just shrug off casually.