The Villain's Story

Chapter 400 [400!] Sword Emperor[5]

A/N: FOUR HUNDRED CHAPS REACHED! Let's go!!!

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"Heavenly demon!"

The Sword Emperor's voice reverberated throughout the entire realm, the sea of clouds trembled but this time the mountain was calm. It was as if it defied the very will of the man who was called the Sword Emperor!

"HEAR ME HEAVENLY DEMON!"

The Sword Emperor used Aura to enhance his voice but the Mountain still did not answer.

The Sword Emperor had grown old, he had been corrupted by the shadow,

"URGH!"

The corruption of the shadow was ruthless, even the man who was the second strongest of Murim was unable to fully resist the Shadow.

"UNTIL WHEN WILL YOU LET US SUFFER?!"

He begged.

"Until When?!"

He begged again.

"Your demonic general of the spear is gone! How many centuries have passed since we have been subjected to this cruel wish of yours?!"

After centuries of solitude, he had lost his mind.

It was a deadly, cruel cycle that repeated over and over again. The Sword emperor would spend most of his time in solitude, training before gathering up the courage to challenge the Heavenly demon who was sleeping most of the time.

400 years of solitude…and despair was all it took for his mind to rot.

His mind was already dead…or on the brink of death. His body just followed his final wish, constantly dying against the blade of the Heavenly demon.

Was this a fate worthy of him?

Was this how the tale of the Man dubbed the Emperor of Swords would end? A pathetic loop like this?

Unacceptable.

His mind may have died, but his body remembered his dignity. It would not die like this.

Not like this, never like this.

"HEAVENLY DEMON! HOW LONG?!"

His voice shattered the realm, the heavens wept and the ground beneath him began to cack.

"How long?!"

Another burst of Aura assaulted the realm, The heavens almost fell and the earth lay destroyed before the might of the sword Emperor, who had once bested Aluman, The shadow beast that attacked the world of Murim.

But in the end, he lost.

He lost his mind, his will, and his pride and became a puppet of the Tower, a character.

"Answer me!"

He croaked once more, his final stand being this last scream.

But the Heavenly Mountain lay undisturbed.

He grits his teeth and raises his sword. A fiery rage burned inside him.

"Fine!"

If the Heavenly demon did not answer the door, he would just barge in.

The earth and Skies bent to his will and a massive power gathered in his sword.

This was it, the masterful strike of the Sword Emperor was here at last

The culmination of his cultivation, the fruits of his effort, the product of his isolation! Of his solitude.

"If you will not answer me! I will tear apart your beloved mountain which you consider the heavens!"

But his wish was not fulfilled.

His sword did not proceed further…for a spear pierced through his chest.

His blood seeped out of his body and dropped on the ground, drop by drop and the Sword Emperor coughed.

"I'm still alive fucker..."

Alan's bone-chilling voice rang in his ear, and he turned around…not to see the face of a human, nor even a dragon.

But of a demon covered in blood.

Alan twisted the Ame-No-Sakahoko. The Sword Emperor's blood fell like rain from his body.

He jumped ahead, escaping the spear that was piercing his chest. Although it caused him great harm, he was not dead.

That was all that mattered. He used his aura to deal with his injuries, He would need time to fully heal it.

But Alan would not give him, with his body covered in holes and blood, his muscles torn apart and an entire eye missing he rushed at the Sword Emperor.

In actuality, Alan was in a great deal of pain, his muscles were still not recovered, and his bones had been cut apart.

How could he not feel pain? He was moving only because he was using mana to forcefully move his body, his body couldn't move, but he was forcing it to move. Every second was hell.

But even then, he continued to attack. He endured the pain and attacked. Even though there were holes in his body from the swords. Some were still stuck in him!

"Gah!"

The sword emperor was no pushover however, He was able to stop his bleeding with the help of his aura and managed to block Alan's attack.

It was a miracle both of them were still alive, the amount of Blood they had shed was not normal!

"Urgh!"

Alan let out a pained groan, the Sword Emperor and him were in a Stand-off. The Sword and Spear were not moving one inch. The strengths of the two were matching!

Alan couldn't even use mana for skills at this rate, if he did he was afraid maybe his concentration would be disturbed. He couldn't afford to lose concentration here lest he die.

"HA!"

With a sudden burst of strength, The Sword Emperor managed to break the standstill and push Alan back.

Alan winced in pain from the sudden movement of his body, he braced himself for the next attack.

But to his shock, the Sword Emperor had tackled him! This was unexpected!

Alan and the Sword Emperor fell down the mountains, and the stairs hitting them was not a pleasant feeling. They wrestled and tousled as they fell down the Mountain and were surrounded by the

Alan grabbed the head of the Sword Emperor and put the Ame-No-Sakahoko in his inventory, right now it was only hindering him. He slammed the Sword Emperor's head on the marble stairs.

Alan was kneed in the face, and both let go of one another due to the great pain they had endured.

Both coughed up blood, Alan was beneath the Sword Emperor on the stairs.

They could not see their surroundings due to the clouds around them…but they knew one thing.

The Sword Emperor raised his sword high, and Alan summoned his spear. The shadow was up to his neck now!

It was interfering with everything he was trying to do!

Regardless, this would be it!

Alan and The Sword Emperor's duel would end with the next move!

Alan thrusted his spear, and the Sword Emperor brought down his spear, only the whites of their eyes were visible. They were putting it all in this final attack!

The Sword Emperor's sword swung down with great strength and severed Alan's left arm, as well as the skies filled with clouds themselves...But.

Alan's spear disintegrated his head into a blood mist.