2026-09-29 16:39:41Lucien stepped forward. He used the Cloud-Piercing Step, but he did it slowly so Seraphina could watch his feet. He slid across the sand, bypassing the space. He appeared right beside the terrified assassin.
He did not stab her. He simply tapped the flat, rusty side of his sword against the side of her neck.
The dark ice magic instantly numbed her nervous system. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into the dirt without making a sound.
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The dark, freezing fog of the Abyssal Frost instantly poured out of the blade. The temperature in the Coach's Box dropped to freezing. Thick white frost covered the wooden floorboards. "Sect Master?" Kai asked, his smile fading quickly. He looked at her drawn sword. "What is wrong?""The Emperor is angry, Kai," Seraphina said coldly. Her eyes were locked onto the white sand of the arena. "He is going to cheat again. He is going to send his hidden army. I will not let Lucien fight them alone."Seraphina raised her voice. "Cloud-Soaring Sect! Draw your weapons!"The three hundred young disciples did not hesitate for a single second. They drew their plain steel swords.They stood tall. They were covered in dirt and old sweat, but their eyes burned with fierce, unbreakable loyalty. "We jump into the sand on my command," Seraphina ordered. She stepped up onto the wooden railing, preparing to leap down into the melted glass crater to stand beside the Graveyard King. She was ready to die w
Chapter 322
They watched the Crown Prince turn into a crying, mutated monster. They watched the Golden Sword Saint die. And now, they watched the oldest, strongest Patriarch in the Empire get swatted down like a weak, tired dog. A group of fifty Imperial Guards, wearing shiny silver armor, ran up the stone stairs toward the mercenary section. The captain of the guards looked completely panicked. He was sweating heavily. He pointed his sharp spear at Garet, the huge, scarred leader of the largest mercenary guild in the city. "Garet!" the guard captain shouted, his voice cracking with fear. "In the name of the Emperor! You must order your mercenaries to draw their bows! We must shoot the beggar! We must save the Patriarch!"Garet stood up from his wooden bench. He was a massive man covered in old battle scars. He wore thick brown leather armor. Garet looked down at the sweating, terrified guard captain. Then, Garet looked out at the arena. He looked at Lucien’s tall, dark, proud back. He saw th
Chapter 321
The massive, spinning, blood-red blades of the Emperor’s Guillotine fell from the sky. Patriarch Valerius swung the giant battleaxe down with every single drop of his remaining life-force. He had trapped Lucien inside the glowing, red magical cage. There was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide. The old man screamed with insane, desperate hope. He was going to chop the Graveyard King completely in half. The millions of people in the Imperial Arena held their breath. Down in the small, red, glowing box of solid light, Lucien looked up. He saw the giant, spinning blades coming directly at his face. The heat of the corrupted holy magic was intense. It smelled like burning blood and rusted iron. Lucien did not panic. He did not look for a way out. He simply dropped his pitch-black iron sword. The sword hit the hot glass floor with a loud clank. Lucien raised his two empty hands high into the air. He did not use a magical shield. He did not call for his shadows. He used his raw
Chapter 320
Lucien was not trying to cut the old man in half with one big swing. He was fighting a war of a thousand tiny, perfect cuts. He sliced the back of Valerius’s knee, slowing the giant man down. He cut the heavy straps holding the Patriarch’s golden shoulder plates, making the armor hang loosely and awkwardly. He slashed a shallow, bleeding line across Valerius’s cheek, cutting through the old man's white beard. The millions of people in the stadium watched in absolute, mesmerized silence. They had never seen fighting like this. It was not a clash of colorful magic beams. It was a masterclass in raw, physical combat intelligence. The dirty rogue was completely out-muscled, completely out-magicked, and yet, he was entirely controlling the fight. Valerius was bleeding from twenty different small cuts. His breathing was becoming heavy and ragged. He was swinging his giant axe slower and slower. He was wasting massive amounts of mana hitting the empty ground. "Stop moving!" Valerius ro
Chapter 319
"Return," Lucien whispered. He tossed the golden spear into the air. He opened a tiny tear in his [Abyssal Domain] and swallowed the spear, storing it safely inside his shadow pocket dimension. Lucien was left holding only the pitch-black iron sword in his right hand. He raised his left hand and grabbed the handle of the sword, holding it tightly with both hands. He changed his posture. He did not stand tall and wide anymore. He lowered his center of gravity. He turned his body sideways, making himself a much smaller target. He pulled the sword close to his chest. He bound all of his raw, massive, exploding power tightly inside his body. He stopped leaking his terrifying aura into the air. He pulled the dark, chaotic magic back into his veins, wrapping it tightly around his muscles. He became perfectly compact. He became a coiled spring, ready to snap. Down in the Coach's Box, Seraphina watched Lucien change his stance. Her pale blue eyes widened in sudden, profound realization.
Chapter 318
Valerius swung his giant battleaxe overhead. A massive, towering wave of solid golden energy erupted from the spinning blades. The wave was fifty feet high. It looked like a falling wall of solid fire. It moved with the speed of a crashing meteor. Lucien did not dodge. He wanted to test the old man’s strength. Lucien crossed his weapons. He placed the black iron sword and the golden Demigod spear in an X-shape in front of his chest. He pushed his Abyssal Chaos magic into his arms to block the attack. The massive golden wave crashed directly into Lucien. The impact was absolutely horrifying. Lucien’s eyes widened behind his helmet. The sheer, raw, accumulated cultivation power of the Patriarch was unbelievable. Valerius was not lying. He had been storing mana inside his body for over two hundred years. It was a bottomless, massive ocean of energy. Lucien was incredibly strong. His physical density was like a dragon's. But he had only been cultivating his dark magic for ten year
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