Chapter 606 - 605: Nice of you to drop by

Chapter 606: Chapter 605: Nice of you to drop by

"Impossible."

Saint Arka spoke confidently.

Void grinned.

"Really?"

Saint Arka frowned, but then smiled. He couldn’t even remember the last time a Saint had been killed, showing just how terrifying they were.

Even if, by some chance, this Great Demon Ancestor was stronger than him, he couldn’t simply kill him.

Instead of exchanging more words, he prepared his strongest attack.

The light sources throughout the Upper Realm began to dim, causing everyone to open their mouths in shock.

This was a Saint.

They had the ability to draw power from the Upper Realm to enhance their attacks. This was one of the reasons so many Rank 4 beings coveted the position of a Saint.

It wasn’t merely a title.

Becoming a Saint brought them closer to the Realm Consciousness, to the extent that a portion of its authority was granted to them.

A brilliant sword began to form.

Its size reached hundreds of thousands of Mu, making everything around it look like dust.

Seeing the enormous sword formed from pure Origin, the eyes of the Rank 4 beings watching were filled with envy.

This...

They wanted this.

Some couldn’t help but turn their attention toward Void, expecting to see shock or despair on his face.

But Void only had that same grin.

Saint Arka saw this, and his expression filled with fury.

Really?

Had this Demon Ancestor grown too arrogant?

Fine.

He would show him his true strength.

Saint Arka began drawing in other Origins.

The Origin of Death.

The Origin of Light.

The Origin of Nothingness.

One after another, the Origins merged into the sword.

The sword grew brighter and brighter.

Those below Rank 3 couldn’t even look directly at it without their eyes bleeding, even from an astronomical distance away.

The pressure spread throughout the Upper Realm.

From Dimensional Lords, Rank 2 and Rank 3 beings to the kings of ancient kingdoms, everyone looked at the sword with fear.

Their hearts palpitated beneath its might.

And as for the one bearing the greatest pressure...

Void didn’t even flinch.

He simply muttered,

"Old friend, it has been so long since I last used you."

"How about you show your might once more?"

Meanwhile, the gathered Origins had finally reached their peak.

The sword was complete.

Space shattered beneath its might as matter twisted and was obliterated.

Even the Rank 4 beings watching were filled with awe and fear.

Even High-Level Rank 4 beings weren’t completely confident they could defend against this attack.

"Bear my might."

Saint Arka spoke coldly as the sword descended.

The instant it did, everyone across the Upper Realm could hear space groaning.

The First Layer.

The Second.

The Third...

All the way to the Fifth Layer.

They were ripped apart.

Dimensions were split in two.

Reality bent beneath the sword’s might, while universes in its path trembled before vanishing from existence.

Even if the Great Demon Ancestor was stronger, this attack was terrifying.

Even he wouldn’t be able to escape unscathed, right?

The Rank 4 beings couldn’t help but think this as Void finally made his move.

Around him, space was sliced apart.

A sharp sword emerged.

Nameless had returned to this world.

It shot directly toward Saint Arka.

"Huh? What the hell is that?"

At this moment, everyone finally noticed it.

A strange aura erupted from Void’s position, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble.

This was fear.

It didn’t matter whether they were Rank 1 or Rank 4.

The smell of death filled the surroundings.

If that sword were used against them, they feared they would die.

How terrifying was this sword ?

Saint Arka felt it the most.

His surroundings were completely locked down.

He couldn’t escape.

The sword arrived and clashed with the giant sword he had conjured.

Seeing the two swords about to collide, everyone felt a faint sense of hope.

At the very least, they had already witnessed the strength of the sword Saint Arka had formed.

And although Void’s sword was far smaller...in fact, it was only a few hundred Mu in size , it gave them the same sensation of death.

Perhaps...

Perhaps the two terrifying swords could cancel each other out?

But then, to everyone’s horror...

Void’s sword passed straight through Saint Arka’s conjured sword.

And to make matters worse, that enormous sword actually disintegrated into nothingness, as though it had never existed in the first place.

Everyone’s hearts raced as they looked at Saint Arka, who stood rooted in place.

What would happen to him now?

"Osiris, that is enough. Stop the attack."

Just as the sword was about to reach Saint Arka, a calm, ancient voice echoed throughout the Upper Realm.

Saint Arka’s heart jumped.

In that split second before the sword touched him, he finally realized the truth he had refused to acknowledge.

He would die.

What the Great Demon Ancestor had said about killing a Saint...

It was the truth.

He wasn’t merely confident.

He actually possessed the strength to do it.

How strong did one have to be to kill a Saint?

Apart from the fact that a Saint was a Rank 4 being, a Saint also possessed a portion of the Realm’s authority.

But thankfully...

It seemed he had been saved.

Was it an Ancient Saint who had spoken on his behalf?

Glitch....

"Huh?"

Wait...

Why was everything...

...growing darker?

BOOOOOOM!!!

A massive explosion erupted.

Blood rain covered space, washing over the dimensions and worlds of the Upper Realm.

Beasts roared toward the heavens.

Phoenixes cried out in sorrow.

Dragons leaped into the void, their roars shaking entire universes.

A blood-colored hue filled the entire Upper Realm.

A Saint had died.

As it turned out...

Void had never stopped the attack.

Nameless had simply passed through Saint Arka’s forehead, leaving him alive for only a brief moment longer.

"You..."

Suddenly, an old man appeared.

His Peak-Level Rank 4 aura filled the entire Upper Realm.

Everyone felt as though they had lost the ability to breathe.

Their blood was blocked.

Their powers were sealed.

Bang!

One after another, they fell to their knees.

Seeing the familiar figure, Void smiled.

"Ancestor Fu, nice of you to drop by."

Void stretched out his palm.

Nameless immediately returned to his hand.

"Why didn’t you stop when I told you to?"

Ancestor Fu’s beard trembled as he asked.

Void simply shrugged.

"He doubted my ability to kill a Saint."

"To me, all Saints are just..."

"Meh."

"So-so."

Void grinned.

"OSIRIS!!!"

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