A man stood elegantly, his black hair lightly fluttering in the wind, he was staring at the distant horizon. He had two swords in each of his hands, one was reflecting the moonlight while the other blended into the night’s darkness.

He was deep in thought, a few years back he was nothing more than an average cultivator of earth realm but, now he stood at the top of the cultivation experts, he was only one step from the heaven realm.

As he sighed he looked around him, he was surrounded by thousand number of corpses. There was some middle aged, old as well as young people among them. They were all geniuses of either sky or king realms.

He expanded his senses and felt there were eight high level experts approaching him from all the direction. The mountain peak he stood was now already surrounded by another ten thousand experts, he was cornered to the point where fleeing was never an option.

He sighed again as the eight high level experts approached him. He previously fought for seven days and seven nights without any break, but there was neither fatigue or tiredness left in his body. He looked cool and aloof like a celestial being came for stroll in beautiful moonlit sky.

The high level experts all came to a halt not more than five hundred meters distant from him, uneasiness, fear and malice could be felt from their eyes. A young youth not more than thirty years old came forward and cupped his hand before him and spoke.

“Heavenly elder it would be good if you surrendered, there is no way you can fight all of us to the ground and es- escape.” his voice cracked.

It was very difficult to even speak before the man’s heavy presence. He could only sweat and shiver before someone who was realms apart.

The man before him was an imposing middle aged man, had aloof look and his face shrouded in mystery.

He stared at them, slightly lifting his left hand which held the of sword eternal destruction >, there was no trace of anger, malice or even fighting spirit in his eyes which brought shiver down their spine. It felt like he was looking at their heart and mind laid bare before him.

Legends speaks that the > can split up the sky and cut through the heavens. It was a sword every warrior dreams to possess but unfortunately the weapon itself chose its master it desires to serve. It’s said that the weapon chose its master through a series of tests which was similar to calling hell itself down to earth.

The eight high level experts gulped as they saw the radiance and heavy pressure the sword emitted. They had come here upon the orders of the three empires summon, they were the best among the best experts and warriors but realms apart from the man before them.

The difference between them was like heaven and earth but even so they were forced to subdue the man before them. The man looked indifferently at them. He sighed and spoke in a cold voice.

“Haa ….. it seems I have lived enough and already fulfilled my duties, but as a warrior I can neither surrender nor submit, but in accordance I shall seal my strength in the star realm to that of ancestor so that the fight would be fair, you can use any skill against me, but be sure to kill or else……!”.

He looked at one of the young girl among the experts, her face was anxious and her body trembled time to time. She was beautiful girl and any man would desire to have her by side. He sadly looked at her, if his daughter was still alive she would be around her age and a beauty beyond the girl before him.

He acquired strength and power to take revenge and kill the people responsible for his wife’s death, but at some point of time he even forgot to protect his only daughter, his wife left behind. His eyes were shrouded in dark for revenge and lost the important people whom he should have held close to him. He lost last part of his humanity when he saw his fourteen-year-old daughter’s body hanged on the city walls.

He insanely burned the city to the grounds, destroyed countless towns and countries. He wiped the entire bloodline of the people who plotted against him. Before he himself knew, his cultivation had climbed to star realm and attained innumerable skills which could shake the heavens.

He was also possessor of the divine sword > and the demon sword >. When he had regained his sanity back and the thirst for blood quilled, he was already a living disaster. The three empire decided him as threat and send the allied forces of great experts from the nine clans. But none of them could face his strength and faced annihilation.

Before he knew he was now facing eight high level experts. He had neither regrets nor worries that anchored him to this world, he desired death but none was able to provide him a warrior’s death. But now for some reason he couldn’t kill the people before him, he thought he was either mentally tired or simply longed to reunite with his family on the other side.

The eight high level experts were startled by the replay. There was no way from the start to avoid the fight, but they feared the man’s power, no matter what they did, his power was simply unstoppable. The great elders who fought before them in the first wave lost their lives before they could even display their skills honed for hundreds of years.

But for some reason, now the man before them gave a ray of hope to seal him rather than kill him. There were three ancestor realm and five emperor realm experts after all.

There were three spiritual emperor realm experts who were very capable in sealing spells. They calculated that they could have slight chance if they worked together.

They all moved together without any warning strengthening their body and mind.

The spiritual experts sealed the movements of the man binding him while the other three rushed forward brandishing their weapons and skills >>>

He looked at them solemnly and, a slight wave of his hand dispersed the energy connected to their cultivation. The skills used even didn’t scratch a hair on his body.

He bound his sword spirits to his hands as they were not at all necessary and activated > and appeared right before the three as shadow clones, breaking spirit binding like tearing a piece of paper.

He lightly flicked his fingers tearing forth wind and smashing right on their face, condensed his qi into blade and approached swiftly to spiritualists.

When he was about to cut through them, the entire atmosphere changed, a pressure never felt like before slammed him and brought him to his knees. The sky cracked, roaring thunder and lightning illuminated the sky.

He knew something was about to happen but no longer knew what the situation he was in, before his mind got to work, a beam of light poured down, splitting the sky from the heavens.

“Flames from the heaven, was he judged for his sins for going against the gods? Will he finally be able to die.” So many questions clustered his mind.

But then…………………………………………………………………………..