"The moment I draw my sword, you lose your chance to contend for God's Throne."
Imu drew his sword, his gaze brimming with majesty.
His eyes already resembled bright moons, and now they stole the radiance of every star in the sky.
As the King of the Night, and the only god in this world who could grow stronger after being attacked, the immortal Imu had never thought anything of Shane, this so-called King of Kings.
Yet Shane openly possessed everything Imu dreamed of, while he had to carefully maintain a balance for eight hundred years, terrified that this world would learn of his deeds once again.
Such a life seemed like that of a god above the heads of the world, but in truth, he was nothing more than a rat hiding in a gutter.
Imu would never allow someone to easily obtain everything he wanted, especially without paying any price.
Damn him!
Shane deserved to die more than anyone!
His fury surged between his brows, and his longsword slid free with the motion.
This sword no longer had any connection to eight hundred years ago. Any sword Imu obtained could serve as the strongest weapon.
He could temper a weapon into a Black Blade at any time, just as Shane had forged his own body into a Black Blade, reaching a level no Rokushiki master dared imagine.
Imu's achievements in swordsmanship were also enough to astound past and present alike.
"When you reach the pinnacle of strength and become the strongest on the path before you, only death can end your life. Then all you can do is put an end to death."
"The path once traveled must ultimately be abandoned. Since you possess power that transcends life, why keep dancing with them? Becoming a god is the