Chapter 541 - A HEAVENLY STRIKE THAT MOVES THE HEAVENS (1)

At the same time, while the other side of the mountain top is filled with bloody struggle, there are five people who are not entangled in any death and life struggle right now.

There is the Three Devils of Han that is looking at the Sword Immortal and reaping many benefits from seeing the swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal.

Some of them have even gained some enlightenment of how they should use their sword.

And then there is Tukhla and Ulhak who were hiding behind them. They made sure that the Three Devils of Han did not notice their presence

They did not want to know what would happen to them if the Three Devils of Han find out they were behind them

By now, Tukhla was one hundred percent sure that the prophecy of the Holy Maiden had to do something with this Sword Immortal.

That kind of technique could not have come from a mortal world.

'Shit. I should have been more prepared' He cursed himself

'If I knew that this event would go this out of hand, and the person from the prophecy is here, I would have asked more helps from my senior brothers and sister' Tukhla complained in his mind.

Ulhak who was the stronger one out of the two was also not confident to come out.

On the other side of the battlefield, there is a great battle between the spies of the imperial families and the sects of the martial arts world.

On the other side, is a grandmaster level martial artist fighting thousands of soldiers alone. Whichever he joins, he is not sure he could come out of it alive.

He looks at the back of his Junior Brother and nodded to himself.

He might have grumbled when his junior bother Tukhla ask him to follow him to investigate the Three Devils of Han but now he is grateful that he follow his Junior Brother.

On the other side of the mountains more soldiers swarmed up and some of them joined the spies and the other joined the other thousand trying to contain the grandmaster.

The sound of screams and steel clashing fills the once peaceful mountain. The green grass dyed with red blood. The sound of laughter is replaced by the cry of despair.

Tukhla tune it all out and focus his attention towards the grandmaster.

Toward the Sword immortal. He wanted to know how the Sword Immortal would come out from the barrage of arrows that is about to rain down on him.

Azief look at the rain of arrows that is coming toward him and as soon as he pushed that swerving sword light upwards, it crashed with the rains of arrows in the air.

He pointed the tip of his sword toward the air and a clear sword whistle echoed in the air.

That sound reverberated an echoes endlessly on top of the mountain. The sound even forces some people who did not have high internal energy to be dazed and get cut down by their enemies.

A wave of killing intents surged into the sky, opening up the clouds above.

'Let us fight to our heart content' Azief shouted and he laughed joyfully. His laugh shows his flamboyant demeanor and his attitude.

He waved his sword, and light shone from it. His sword clashed with other swords and the sound of clashing rose into the air.

Resounding boom spread outwards, knocking out a few people backwards. The dozen people who tried to create a barrier line to stop him were pushed backward, scattering away.

The Heaven and Earth was filled with his Will. An aura that was majestic and unending emanated out from that person in the wheelchair.

Azief waves his sword once again and like the waves of the sea, its cut and slice apart the enemies easily.

But the wave did not stop. It came one after another, each one long and immense, as if this terrifying attack would never cease.

A freezing glint shone in his eyes and a wave of murderous aura appeared in his gaze. This is the determination. This is killing. And this is how one should kill.

A powerful aura appeared around Azief. The aura was so oppressive that the air was compressed and the space around his wheelchair was distorted.

His wheelchair moves as he moves his sword.

He flicks the other people sword, separating it from their hands and slice them down. He thrusted it forward, stabbing dozens of people in one strike.

No matter how many attack that came from him Azief would break it using a variation of sword movement.

Most terrifyingly was that he remains calm throughout his killing. The speed of the wheelchair remains uniform, but for some reason, these soldiers felt it moves fast.

And no one could halt the wheelchair or push it back.

The person on that wheelchair is like a mountain when he did not move. But when he moves he is like the flood that washed everything apart.

The battle on the other side of the mountain top halted for a while as they could feel the entire mountain is trembling.

They could feel the cry of their sword and felt how they wanted to run out from their hands

This made them uneasy and they all take distance against each other halting the battle.

They could hear the booming sound form the area where the Sword Immortal is clashing with the soldiers.

Azief slice attack is now even more powerful than before now that his sixth seal was unsealed.

All the soldiers running towards him and blocking his path forward were sliced with one simple sword strike.

When he swung his sword, the entire mountain rumbled.

Azief was smiling and he could feel a little bit of power of Concepts and Laws.

His Seal shines and block his senses but Azief kept smiling. He could feel concept and Laws. Even for a second, that one second made him feel like he could breathe once again.

His hand is still holding that sword.

One of the peaks of the mountain trembled harder than the others. Azief did not realize it and the other also did not realize it.

And that trembling send shockwave to above the damage in the mortal world had affected the Heavens

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I will be reverting back to a long chapter divided into parts once again. Anyway, next chapter would reveal some things. And wonder why there are not many patrons to my pa t r  eon. Anyway, see you tomorrow. Check Age of Heroes and Age of Adventure too.