The Elven Cultivator

Within the gray-black mist, Xavier’s expression was incredibly grim.

He had no idea what was with those sword glints; they could actually resist his Erosion Law without decaying or disintegrating.

Even Extraordinary Level Magic Weapons couldn’t achieve such a feat.

’This guy’s... Swordsmanship really is bizarre!’

Among the rumors about the Fallen Dragon Sword Saint, the most widely known was that his Swordsmanship was exceedingly strange, completely different from the mainstream styles of the Dawn Continent.

Xavier had only heard about it before, but after experiencing it firsthand today, he found that his opponent’s Swordsmanship was indeed peculiar, and deadly sharp.

He could clearly feel that each of these mystic-gold sword glints possessed an attack power approaching that of a Legendary Sword Saint.

If that were all, it would be manageable. The crucial part was that there were a full one hundred and twenty-eight of these sword glints!

Such a large number created a pressure that was simply overwhelming!

’Did this guy really just break through not long ago?’

Xavier’s heart was filled with disbelief.

Although the Legendary Tier had no explicit ranks or realms, a vague and general classification standard had formed over the years.

Broadly speaking, the Legendary Tier could be divided into four levels.

First were the newly-ascended Legends.

As the name suggests, these were beings who had just broken through to the Legendary Tier.

They had yet to fully master their power, and their use of the Power of Law was still unrefined. They couldn’t maintain combat at their peak state for long. While they could crush those at the Golden Tier, the gap was still obvious when facing veteran Legendary Powerhouses.

Once they fully mastered their own Power of Law, could flexibly use the characteristics of their Law in battle, and saw a significant increase in their combat endurance, they could shed the title of a newly-ascended Legend.

People often referred to such Legendary Powerhouses as Pillars.

This was because they were the core strength of major factions, the first truly ”qualified Legendary Combat Power.”

Xavier himself belonged to this level.

Above them were the Senior Legends.

These powerhouses had been Legends for at least a century, and their understanding of their own Law had reached an extremely profound level.

They could integrate the Power of Law into every attack and every movement, their combat instincts practically etched into their very bones.

Legends of this level were the mainstays of major factions and were not easily mobilized.

And above the Senior Legends, there was an even more transcendent level.

Peak Legends.

The apex that could be reached within the Legendary Tier.

Their Power of Law had almost fully manifested, and they were even beginning to touch the threshold of a higher level of power.

Legends at this stage were exceedingly rare, and every one of them was an existence capable of influencing the continental landscape.

A conflict between them often signified an all-out confrontation between major factions.

And at this very moment, the strength Anton displayed had far surpassed that of a newly-ascended Legend.

He was even faintly gaining the upper hand in a battle against a Pillar Legend like himself.

It was utterly unbelievable that this was a newcomer who had only been a Legend for a mere five years.

Just as Xavier was pondering how to break free from this unfavorable situation, a strange sound of water suddenly reached his ears.

SPLASH!

’Where is that water sound coming from?’

Xavier’s heart tightened, and he instinctively sensed danger.

In the next instant, the sound, which had been like a trickling stream, transformed into a rushing river, then into a surging, angry tide, crashing in from all directions as if to cover the heavens and earth.

WHOOSH!

The dense, gray-black mist was torn apart by an irresistible force.

An abyssal Water Curtain emerged from the void. Like an undercurrent rising from the deep sea, it silently swept over the gray-black mist. Wherever it passed, the corrosive mist melted away in an instant, like lingering snow under a blazing sun.

Xavier’s pupils contracted.

He wanted to dodge, but the water spread far faster than he had anticipated. Before he could make a move, the abyssal Water Curtain had already swallowed him whole, like the gaping maw of a giant beast.

A bone-chilling cold that seemed to spring from the depths of his marrow, capable of freezing even the soul, instantly enveloped Xavier’s entire body.

At the same time, an immense pressure squeezed him from all directions, making it difficult to even lift his arm.

He frantically channeled his Erosion Law, trying to corrode and disintegrate the surrounding water.

But the Beiming True Water was no ordinary stream.

It was a condensation of Law itself, the ultimate manifestation of the power of water.

The moment the power of erosion touched the Water Curtain, it was annihilated and devoured by the profound concept contained within, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.

Xavier was horrified.

Before he could think of a solution, over a hundred mystic-gold sword glints silently pierced through the Water Curtain, shooting toward him from all directions.

The sword glints moving through the water were even more unpredictable than they had been outside.

They were silent and swift as lightning, yet supple as silk. They drew countless fine, golden trajectories in the dark water, like an all-encompassing net of death descending upon Xavier.

At this life-or-death moment, Xavier let out a sudden, furious roar. Gray-black mist erupted from his body like the final howl of a dying beast, so dense it was nearly solid.

The mist rapidly spun and compressed around him, instantly forming a round, gray-black sphere of fog that completely enveloped him. He charged toward the surrounding sword glints and water, attempting to break through.

On the sphere’s surface, countless twisted faces appeared and vanished, letting out shrill shrieks.

The moment the sword glints pierced the sphere, a series of muffled hisses erupted, like red-hot iron bars being plunged into ice water.

The gray-black mist churned violently. The spots struck by the sword glints dented and thinned at a visible rate. The resentful faces in the mist let out even sharper shrieks, frantically biting at the invading sword glints.

But there were too many sword glints.

With one hundred and twenty-eight sword glints stabbing it in turn, the sphere of mist was like a snowball being pierced by countless red-hot pokers simultaneously. Its surface was riddled with holes. Mist escaped from every opening, only to be devoured by the Beiming True Water.

Xavier gritted his teeth, frantically channeling Magic Power to repair the sphere while trying to break out.

But the speed of his repairs couldn’t remotely keep up with the tearing of the sword glints and the erosion of the Beiming True Water.

When he was just over ten meters away from breaking through, the sphere of mist finally gave way and collapsed with a loud bang.

Xavier’s figure was revealed amidst the dissipating mist, and he staggered backward.

An expression of indignation and horror had just appeared on his face when he was submerged by countless sword glints in the next instant.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

There was no splatter of fresh blood.

As the sword glints passed through his body, they didn’t make the sizzling sound of piercing flesh, but rather the dull thuds of stabbing into rotten wood.

No blood flowed from the wounds. Instead, they revealed a strange, grayish-white color, like wood that had been air-dried for years. One could faintly see shriveled muscle fibers and decayed, gray bones.

Dense, grayish-white flesh tendrils quickly grew around the wounds, writhing and intertwining madly in an attempt to heal them.

However, before the wounds could recover, the sword glints struck again, leaving even more injuries.

Xavier’s body trembled violently amidst the sword glints, and in the blink of an eye, it was torn to shreds, like an old, moth-eaten garment.

But even so, he still didn’t fall.

”Death... is the only eternity...”

”One day... you too will enter the embrace of death.”

Xavier stared fixedly at Anton, his eyes filled with a heart-stopping, sinister coldness.

Anton raised an eyebrow.

’So the body of an Undead Legendary Powerhouse really is shockingly resilient.’

”I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you,” Anton said with a slight sneer. ”What I seek is transcendence, which naturally includes transcendence over death itself.”

Xavier didn’t understand what Anton meant by ”transcendence,” but that didn’t stop him from scoffing at the idea.

”It’s useless. Before long, death will descend upon this continent...”

Anton cut him off without ceremony. ”If you’re referring to the opening of the Nether Abyss plane, then I’m sorry to say your Ring of Annihilation’s plan will not succeed.”

Hearing this, Xavier could no longer maintain his composure. His eyes widened in shock. ”How could you know...”

But Anton didn’t give him the chance to continue.

The Beiming True Water suddenly contracted, enveloping Xavier and suppressing him completely.

At the same time, over a hundred sword glints changed direction, tearing through the air toward his head and heart, instantly obliterating both vital points.

Even an Undead Legendary Powerhouse couldn’t withstand losing both their head and heart at the same time.

Xavier’s body twitched violently a few times. With a face full of shock and confusion, he crashed to the ground like a felled, withered tree.

The water receded, once again forming the abyssal Water Curtain, which silently retracted to Anton’s side.

He calmly glanced at Xavier’s headless corpse and shook his head slightly.

’In terms of strength, this guy was about on par with Isaac. Dealing with him shouldn’t have been this difficult.’

’The problem was that for the past three days, I’ve been taking lightning strikes head-on with my physical body. Although I refined a large amount of Pill Poison this way, the exertion was also substantial.’

’The Void One Yuan Life Qi can only restore my injuries; it can’t recover my energy and mental state as well.’

’If not for that, dealing with Xavier should have been much easier.’

The valley fell deathly silent.

Kael and the others stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, the color completely drained from their faces.

They couldn’t accept the scene before them.

The incredibly powerful Lord Xavier, in their eyes, had actually died under Anton’s sword just like that.

’What happened to Anton being exhausted? What happened to Lord Xavier being guaranteed to win?’

HUMMM!

The clear hum of a sword snapped them out of their daze.

The members of the Ring of Annihilation looked up to see over a hundred sword glints aimed at them from a distance, radiating a sharpness that sent a chill down their spines.

However, they were only stunned for a moment before their expressions simultaneously turned to indifference.

”Kill!”

It was unknown who roared first, breaking the dead silence.

A crazed look flashed in the eyes of the remaining Ring of Annihilation members. Instead of fleeing, they all charged toward Anton.

”For the glory of death!”

”Embrace annihilation!”

Hoarse shouts echoed through the valley as a dozen figures charged toward Anton like moths to a flame.

Anton’s expression remained unchanged as the sword glints wove through the void like a shuttle.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out repeatedly.

One figure after another froze mid-charge and then collapsed to the ground.

In just a few moments, there wasn’t a single standing figure left in the valley.

The sword glints retracted, disappearing back into Anton’s chest.

He glanced at the bodies littering the ground and curled his lip.

Because of their organization’s creed, almost all members of the Ring of Annihilation were unafraid of death.

Their fanaticism for death made them fight fearlessly, like berserkers.

There were only a few exceptions.

’Among the group just now, one guy had tried to take the opportunity to flee.’

’Unfortunately, it was destined to be a futile effort.’

’Under the cover of my Divine Sense, their every move was exposed. There was simply no chance of escape.’

Withdrawing his gaze, Anton turned to look at the Earth Elemental Titan.