No Resentment, No Regret

In the territory of the Nether Hall, within the Primordial Forbidden Land, a king gripped his sword. The fiendish sword Immortal Slaughter reappeared in the mortal world.

In an instant, winds and clouds surged. Sword Qi shot into the heavens, startling the nine skies into upheaval. Ten thousand bolts of thunder rumbled, tearing through the night and making the human world tremble.

Dazzling radiance flooded the eye as sword light burst forth. The king moved, and the bright moon lost its color. Between heaven and earth, only a single sword scar remained.

The strongest sword—Immortal Slaughter, punishing the world. Before the three elders in ancient garb could react, their bodies exploded with a bang, unable to bear the divine might upon the blade.

They had escaped the passage of time, but they could not escape the sword in the king's hand. The instant Immortal Slaughter left its sheath, this battle was beyond all possibility of reversal.

The only support Ning Chen had in this life, the undefeated king, had resolved before departing to clear away the greatest obstacle on his junior's path. Perhaps this was already the last time. From now on, Ning Chen would have to walk his path alone.

Under the night, blue robes flickered like an illusion. With a sword in hand, none beneath heaven could oppose him. Every strike bore the might to destroy heaven and earth. The continuously bursting sprays of blood were life's final crimson brilliance, beautiful enough to make one shudder.

This soul-shaking sight entered the Nether Hall Lord's eyes, setting stormy waves churning in his heart. A king among swordsmen beyond all comprehension had appeared in the human world for the first time.

There was no time for further thought. The Nether Hall Lord stepped forward and swept into the air, gathering