The Victor Who Stood Above All
Then—
His body split neatly into two halves.
Blood poured across the broken battlefield.
Terrifying immortal power surged wildly through his flesh and soul.
The immortal energy destroyed everything in its path.
His soul tried to escape.
It lasted less than a single breath.
Then...
It completely disintegrated.
The Butcher...
Had fallen.
Silence once again descended upon the battlefield.
No one dared move.
No one dared breathe loudly.
Everyone stared blankly at the lone figure standing amid countless corpses.
His midnight robes fluttered gently.
The First Mist Immortal Sword remained spotless despite the massacre.
It was as though even blood dared not stain it.
"This..."
Caelan Everwind's face turned completely pale.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
He looked at Leon.
Then...
He lowered his gaze toward the broken sword still clutched in his trembling hand.
Even his Martial Emperor weapon had been destroyed.
His lips quivered.
