The whole Origin Continent were shocked when they saw a gigantic red moon in the sky.
Those in the saint realm and the Emperor Realm were confused about what and who was battling, that the attack has such an area of effect.
The enormous power behind it was too powerful, it’s not something that can be defended easily, this attack can wipe out half of the southern Region. For original chapters go to novel[f]ire.net
But behind the red moon, was a crimson axe more gigantic than the red moon.
The mortal and far weaker Cultivators were already kneeling down on the ground, praying that they should be saved, because they were helpless before such an attack.
The Emperors who weren’t busy even those in closed door Cultivation quickly got out, as this scene was a disaster.
The level of attack has far surpassed the Emperor Realm, and there was no one they knew that could release such an attack.
And when they traced the attack, they found it to be the southern region, so they quickly moved there, ready to counter any disaster.
"You are strong but you can blame the fact that you met me"
Drakion’s aura changed the next moment, he looked like an ancient figure who had existed since ancient times, his eyes contained vicissitudes of life.
Drakion took a step forward, he was like an entire being.
His killing intent spread out, covering the sky, those in the Ancestor Realm found themselves breathing hard, the Saint found themselves slow in movement and weakness in attack under the killing intent.
The Emperor Realm Cultivators found themselves uncomfortable, their strength was reduced.
The Crimson Axe Emperor’s mouth was bitter, Drakion still had more to offer. It seems this was the true him.
Comparing the quiet person who looked like a meticulous person but it turned out he was a demon in human form.
Even though Drakion’s killing intent was sealed, what he released wasn’t what a human can release.
But their surprise was just starting.
Drakion called out loudly, and from nowhere, they saw a small scythe standing on Drakion’s shoulder, it had no colour at all.
It looked grey but non-existent.
Its aura was powerful but they saw something in it, condensation of laws.
The Emperors looked at one another, shock evident in their eyes, their terror for Drakion increased the more they wondered how greed is bringing their downfall.
The small scythe they were looking at was the law itself, such things couldn’t be hidden from them,
How strong was Drakion’s law to condense like that?
The Crimson Axe Emperor’s heart was dealt with another blow.
But the fun was just starting.
Drakion exhaled out, his breath causing crack towards the ground.
He chanted internally, as the sky changed.
"Emperor Scythe Art: Emperor of Scythes"
"Third Move: Emperor Scythe"
The next moment as the sun began to rise, scythes appeared in the sky, covering the entire sky of Origin Continent.
Thousands, millions, the Emperors couldn’t count them.
The whole Origin Continent was in utter chaos, everyone had entered their home.
The Eastern Region, the Northern Region, the Western Region, the Central Region and the Southern Region.
They could all see the scythe floating in the sky.
’Who released such an attack’ Those who looked at the attack, wondering who was attacking.
And it seems Doomsday is arriving now.
The Emperors who watched as Drakion released this attack found their body turn cold, Their blood stop flowing, their entire being spoke of the terror they felt.
The Crimson Axe Emperor who saw this attack, felt all hope lost, blaming his foolishness. He felt indignant by how someone in the saint realm release such an apocalyptic attack.
He felt that this wasn’t Drakion’s real Cultivation, it wasn’t only him that thought so, the Onlookers too thought so.
Drakion was so cunning to hide his Cultivation, baiting the Crimson Axe Emperor to initiate an attack.
But who dares voice it out?
If Drakion heard their thoughts,he would have chuckled,
Was he that terrorising?
Meanwhile Drakion was mulling over something, ’So this is the limit of the skill’
The dense packed scythe released their aura.
Then something struck the Crimson Axe Emperor even some Emperors.
The attack was similar to what Kaidros released, just different in weapons and also Drakion’s own was far stronger than his.
Does it mean that all these densely packed scythe would fuse into one.
The more they thought, the more their terror and helplessness increased.
Why is there such a great chasm.
The Crimson Axe Emperor found there was no way he could win this battle, but he thought of wounding Drakion.
With this thought, he didn’t lose his fighting aura but his goal had been changed.
Drakion stretched his hands, and with a snap of his finger.
The scythes that filled the sky began to fuse with one another with immense power.
With every time, they fused with the other, the more the size of the Scythe increased and that was the same for its strength.
Everyone felt their mouth turn dry, the Emperors shook their head, blaming the fact that they didn’t submit.
Before things could be comprehended.
All over Origin Continent, what they could see was a silver pillar, they couldn’t see the end where it reached in the sky, as the cloud had covered it.
But those who were watching it, knows that it’s not a pillar, but a scythe formed from attack.
Fear, Terror, Chills, Goosebumps, the Emperors who believed themselves to be half -god, found themselves believing this.
But Drakion wasn’t done.
Drakion called out, and a mini-drakion appeared, its hair was formed slaughter intent, bloody red with it’s eyes too.
Immediately it appeared, a massive killing intent descended towards his surroundings, a heavy aura that reduced Cultivators strength spread everywhere.
The Emperors and Crimson Axe Emperor found themselves coughing blood, all of them coughing blood.
They all aged in an instant.
Another condensed law was released.
Drakion smiled when he saw the slaughter law, maybe because of his past life killing intent, which was why it was able to condense into human form.