Chapter 01

On a high hill surrounded by shady trees. A sect stood there, the sect was called the Divine Sword Sect, led by a fairly old man with a long white beard and hair that was no longer black.

Now in the sect there was a fight with the deafening clink of swords clashing. With spear fights and screams. But, the fight was not a fight for training. But a real fight where someone's life and death are at stake.

Approaching the corner of the hill, the sect leader looked at the twenty people who were now surrounding him and said with a sharp gaze, "I will never give you this book, even though I will die. But you must die toobecause he intends to seize it," shouted a middle-aged man who was a hundred years old but still looked like he was in his fifties.

"Why are you holding that book, Chen Long? If the book will only lead to deathit's better to give up and you can still live in peace. I will guarantee that!" Said someone across from him with a sword in his hand that was covered in blood. He was nicknamed the Devil of the West, Han Bing. He sneered at his friend from the past.

"Hmm, you think I could be fooled by a traitor like you who betrayed his friend just because of a book. And you have also killed my wife, even my sect has now been destroyed by your ambition. This grudge will forever be in my Heart. My life may no longer be able to be maintained, so it's better if I destroy this book." He said slowly then waved his hand and threw the God's Sword Inheritance Book and destroyed it by sending a crimson energy.

Duar!! The explosion in the air immediately occurred, shocking everyone who surrounded him. When everyone realized that, their faces were all filled with deep hatred.

"Fuck, he destroyed it. Let's kill him!" a person wearing two swords in both hands shouted. Then he jumped, accompanied by twenty people who both wanted to seize the Heritage Book. He has the title of Double Swordsman, because he is a man but as graceful as a woman, named Wen Hua.

A smile spread across the faces of the people they surrounded, and a big fight broke out again. Explosions were heard here and there, dust flew up due to footsteps and targeted attacks. The small hole closes with the big hole coming.

Sat Set!! Duar! Boom!

Several people fell with many wounds on their bodies. Some people have even died from being hit by the Sword King's sword.

Blood splattered, but the figure known as the Sword King continued to tighten the sword, which had now changed color from white to red on the blade.

tiredness could be seen from his eyes. His movements started to slow down, and it could be seen and felt clearly.

"He's exhausted, it's time to kill him!" The voice of a woman with a foldable fan said, she was nicknamed the Death Fan Goddess named Shen Jiuli.

Even though they couldn't fight as a whole, it was impossible for this strong figure who was considered the strongest person in their place to continue to dodge every attack from the experts. However, even if a lion is the King of the Forest, if it is beaten, it will still fall.

“First move: Sky Ripping Sword Art!”

Chen Long released another technique from the Divine Sword Scripture. Highly he raised his sword and pointed the tip towards the sky, then slashed vertically and horizontally and added more with a thrust. three arrays of light of different colors like a rudimentary rainbow emerged from the tip of the sword's blade, getting bigger and emitting light that began to expand.

There was pressure that could be felt from the technique used by Chen Long.

Boom!! Duar! A large explosion occurred and the atmosphere fell silent immediately after the explosion ended.

Ten people have now exploded after the previous five were cut to death. Now only five other people were staring at him angrily. Because there were quite a lot of victims on their side.

Han Bing gritted his teeth, "I didn't think he could still cast the technique. But I'm sure it was his last strength." His words were clearly heard by four people on his right and left.

"We attack together again. with our full strength, I would be proud if I could take him down!" Shen Jiuli or the Death Fan Goddess immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Come on. Don't let him take too many breaths!" He shouted, igniting the fire of enthusiasm for his teammates.

The five people are now tightening their weapons using their own techniques. Attacking a person who was already swaying to his feet. Because there were also many wounds on his body. But, no fear showed on his face.

He wants to kill more to reduce the chaos that will develop in the future.

He repelled several swords that continued to stab and slash at him, while causing injuries to his opponent. However, the five people were still strong enough to fight with an attack formation that overwhelmed Chen Long. Not only because of age, but also because a lot of energy has been used up.

Blood from his temples flowed into his eyes, causing his vision to blur and his concentration to decrease. This was taken advantage of by the five people, as a result, the five swords lodged directly in Chen Long's body. Plus a fan hit his head.

Even though he was like that, he still smiled on the day he died. "I will remember the faces of all of you, and wait for my revenge!" Chen Long said. After finishing speaking, his body exploded and his soul shot out without being destroyed.

"Damn. Didn't have time to catch his soul!" Han Bing said.

"I didn't expect that to kill just one person we would have to sacrifice fifteen of our friends. Is it worth it?" asked the Goddess of Death Fan.

"It's worth it if we get the book, because with the God's Sword book, we can rule this Western Continent and that's enough to make us number one. We will be feared by all opponents." said Han Bing, a demon from the west who was very obsessed with becoming the ruler of the western continent. In fact, he will colonize other continents if one day he can rank first as the strongest on one continent.

"Unfortunately the book has been destroyed by that bastard," said the Ganda Warrior in his weak, gentle voice as he sighed and sat down to treat the wounds on his body. Assisted by two brothers with the title Blood Demon, Ming Du and Ming Di.

"We'd better return to our headquarters," said the Devil from the West again, he invited his four friends to leave. Before someone comes and finds them exhausted. It doesn't feel good if the snake that preys on it will be eaten because it is full.