Chapter 57: Our Savior!
For millions of miles on end, forever altering the topography of the Blazing Sun Sect, there now lay a chasm. It had depths of hundreds of thousands of miles, with molten lava spewing out of the bottomless abyss of darkness it opened up.
The Oldest Demon King had been alive for nearly 10,000 years, having seen more than any mortal could deign to imagine. And yet, even then, nothing held a candle to the sheer destructive power that this endless chasm represented.
"To attain this degree of proficiency in the Dao of the Sword..." Demon King Wang mumbled in disbelief. "Is this what a real genius looks like...?"
As for the fate of the juiced-up Demon King that faced Zar with literally everything he had:
"Cough! Cough!" With 75% of his body charred beyond recognition, and another 20% missing, Demon King Cho stopped biting down on his lips so hard. "W-What was even the point...?"
His anger had all but transformed into grievances that would never be quelled. He listlessly stared up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, wondering where exactly he had gone so wrong in his long, long life.
He had done many terrible things to acquire more power. From betraying his Sect Brothers to stealing resources from his Elders, he did whatever was necessary to climb the ladder that was the Immortal World of Cultivation.
"No... None of that I regret, for I had to do it," muttered Demon King Cho, coughing up even more black blood.
He was dying.
And was doing so in the presence of an unblemished Immortal of the Sword standing over him with his hands folded.
"What I regret..."