A Man Like None Other

Chapter 4486 Burning Oneself

This is it. After this, no matter the outcome, | will relinquish control to the Vermilion Demon Lord.

“Kid, you expectto step in when you're already knocking on death’s door? How generous of you. But | must

decline. If | unleashed even a fraction of my power in your current state, your body would crumble to dust.” The

Vermillion Demon Lord, knowing what Kai was thinking, spoke up.

With no avenue for escape and his adversaries closing in fast, Kai gritted his teeth and made his move.

“Assembly of the Swords!” he roared, slashing his blade through the air with unwavering resolve.

The Dragonslayer Sword hummed with ancient power as Kai unleashed the ultimate skill of the Ten Thousand

Sword Sect. The void itself seemed to rend open, a jagged tear forming in its fabric as the heavens and earth

trembled under the immense force. The ripple of energy was so profound that even cultivators hundreds of

kilometers away paused, startled by the disturbance.

From the skies above, countless dazzling sword lights cascaded like a meteor shower, surging toward Milton and

Cayan from every direction, leaving them with nowhere to run.

Kai's body staggered backward under the relentless recoil of the unleashed sword aura. Similarly, Milton and

Cayan were forced into retreat, battered by the ceaseless barrage of sword energy. They hastily conjured shield

after shield to fend off the attack.

Despite their defenses, both suffered numerous wounds. While none of the injuries were fatal, it was shocking

that a mere Seventh Level Tribulator could injure not one but two Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivators.

At that moment, Kai was at his weakest, his energy utterly depleted. The devastating sword strike he had

unleashed moments earlier had drained nearly every ounce of strength from his body. He leaned heavily on the

Dragonslayer Sword, using it as a crutch to keep himself upright. Blood flowed freely from numerous wounds,

staining the ground beneath him.

Were it not for Kai's exceptional physique and resilience, the sheer force of that attack might have backfired

entirely, leaving him in a far more perilous state.

The idea of injuring two Ultimate Realm Level Four cultivators with a single sword strike was something Kai could

scarcely have dared to imagine. It was a feat born not of confidence, but of sheer desperation. Relying solely on

his unwavering resolve to fight to the bitter end, Kai had poured every ounce of his remaining strength into that

final strike.

Though both Milton and Cayan were injured, their wounds were far from fatal. However, the backlash Kai

endured from the strike nearly sent him into unconsciousness. In his weakened state, even if the Vermilion

Demon Lord attempted to take control, it seemed unlikely to be of any use.

With the slightest exertion of force from the Vermilion Demon Lord, Kai's body would be utterly destroyed.

“This guy's finished.” Cayan sneered. “We don’t even need to lift a finger; he'll probably drop dead on his own.”

“True,” Milton agreed, his voice cold. “The kid's reached the end of his rope. But the fact that he managed to

withstand our attacks and still hurt us—he’s got enough to boast about when he’s gone.”

As Milton spoke, he took slow, deliberate steps toward Kai. In their eyes, Kai was no more than a lamb waiting to

be slaughtered.

“Kid, run away...” The Vermilion Demon Lord urged, sensing the inevitable.

Kai let out a sudden, dry chuckle. “Run? There's no escaping today.”

He knew it was futile. No matter what, he wouldn't be able to escape.

Kai dropped the Dragonslayer Sword. Yet, instead of fleeing or fighting further, he slowly sank into a cross-legged

position, as if embracing his fate.

As Kai settled, three terrifying auras within him began to stir, coiling and intertwining. The Power of Three moved

in harmony, gradually forming into a long, radiant sword. At the stime, a fiery sensation began to course

through his body, the multicolored flames swirling around him, radiating an entrancing and dangerous beauty.

The sky dimmed as twilight gave way to darkness, and stars began to dot the heavens above Kai. Sgleamed

faintly, while others blazed with intensity, casting a surreal light over the scene. From those celestial bodies, a

myriad of auras descended, weaving together and converging into the forming longsword in Kai's grasp.

His face contorted into a ghastly visage, pallid and unrecognizable, like a malicious spirit rising from the depths

of despair. The divine soul within him was disintegrating rapidly, unraveling at a pace that defied

comprehension. Kai had sacrificed everything—his strength, his essence, even his nascence space—to fuel this

final, devastating strike.

If he was to fall, he vowed to drag the two before him down with him.

In the vast heavens above, stars shimmered like scattered jewels, their light ethereal and enigmatic. Beneath

their feet, the ground calive with intricate streaks of white light, weaving together to form an immense

eight trigrams symbol.

It was as though the heavens and the earth had becone, resonating in harmony. The forces between them

surged and intertwined, creating an overwhelming and terrifying energy.