Birth of the Demonic Sword

Cultivators in the solid stage had powers that went far beyond reason, but affecting the entirety of the higher plane remained a bit too much even for them. However, that rule didn't seem to apply to Divine Demon, and the whole battlefield learnt about that at the same time.

Only the experts in the ninth rank could resist the pulling force generated by the wine converging in Divine Demon's hand. The others found themselves in random spots on the battlefield when the sea disappeared. Some even ended up too far or too close to the landmass.

The middle-aged woman didn't know how to react to that display of power. Divine Demon clearly was a solid stage cultivator now, but the danger that he radiated couldn't reach the peaks of his previous state.

The qualitative difference in Divine Demon's power was impossible to deny. The entire world was backing him up before, which made him able to achieve miracles with little to no effort. Instead, he was a mere expert now, with everything depending on his mind.

Nevertheless, a single desire had been able to generate an incredible amount of power. The privileged cultivator didn't even see the expansion of the sea. She just found herself immersed inside that strong liquid.

Explanations tried to form inside the woman's mind, but she failed to grasp the limits of Divine Demon's current power. If a mere desire could generate so much energy, what would happen once he gained complete control over his new state?

"A little more," Divine Demon muttered while focusing on his cup.

His control was still awful, so the cup transformed into a giant lake that expanded for a whole quarter of the higher plane. Complaints resounded again as countless experts found themselves submerged in wine again, but those words turned into cries once currents began to drag them.

The lake condensed into a cup, but Divine Demon voiced an annoyed growl when he noticed that the wine filled only half of it. He ended up repeating the process a few times to create a suitable drink, and the experts around him could only suppress complaints since he didn't bother to mind them.

The middle-aged woman didn't know what to do. She wanted to speak, but her instincts told her that it was better to study Divine Demon for now.

Something strange was going on. It made sense for Divine Demon to have immense power, but what he could do defied logic. Even Heaven and Earth would struggle to affect the whole higher plane so easily.

Her curiosity and faint arrogance had the best of her in the end. The privileged cultivator released a cloud of grey energy around her as a question left her mouth. "How did you seize so much power?"

"What?" Divine Demon exclaimed as he lifted his gaze and noticed his opponent. "Why are you still here?"

The privileged cultivator wanted to voice an arrogant remark, but the world in the eyes suddenly slowed down. She could keep track of what was happening, but she couldn't react to those events.

The woman soon realized that the world had no problems. Her survival instincts had kicked in when Divine Demon had started to move, but his actions were too fast for her.

Divine Demon raised his free hand to point two fingers at his opponent. He didn't blink nor struggle to muster his power. He had desired to unleash his power, and his world reacted accordingly.

Only an instant had to pass before the privileged cultivator's vision turned red. Initially, she believed that her forehead had exploded and had covered her eyes with blood, but the truth turned out to be far different.

Darkness appeared in the corners of the woman's vision and expanded through the mass of blood-red light before taking complete control of the scene. She understood what happened only when her thoughts began to disperse. Her life ended during that realization.

"Too much again," Divine Demon sighed when he saw the massive pillar that had come out of his fingers.

The attack connected Divine Demon's fingers to the sky and enveloped countless experts due to its width. However, none of the existences touched by the wave of energy suffered injuries. The technique actually felt harmless to them.

"Boring," Divine Demon commented as his energy dispersed. He stretched his legs to lay on the void as he brought his cup to his mouth. He felt too annoyed to care about the battlefield, but his eyes flashed with anticipation whenever they fell on the sky.

The other major battles saw Noah's side as the clear winner of the clash. Emperor, Queen, and Cursed Reality had no problem defeating their opponents, especially since Heaven and Earth didn't try their best against them.

The same went for Great Builder since he had established his position in the solid stage for quite some time. He could defeat his opponent easily, but it was clear that Heaven and Earth didn't send a suitable threat against him.

Supreme Thief didn't have any trouble either, but he felt no happiness after his victory. He angrily muttered as he voiced vague comments about his incomplete solid stage.

The situation was slightly different for June, Sepunia, Maribel, and the Foolery. Heaven and Earth had gone easy on Maribel and Sepunia, but they had to suffer serious injuries to achieve their victory. The only positive aspect was that Maribel seemed close to the breakthrough.

As for June and the Foolery, Heaven and Earth didn't hold back, but the two managed to win anyway. Still, they also suffered greatly.

Steven was the only exception among those relatively weaker experts. Heaven and Earth had tried their best against him, but he had won easily, without even suffering injuries. His power was also on the verge of moving up, but he still fell slightly short.

As for Wilfred, he had suffered injuries, but only because he had started playing with his opponent. Those wounds didn't even affect his battle prowess, so he didn't need any long period of rest or similar.

Soon, King Elbas remained the only major expert who had yet to end his battle. Actually, he didn't even start to fight. He had merely summoned a series of scanners to inspect his opponent while he focused on the rest of the battlefield.

"Are you sure you want to spend your time like this?" The inscribed cultivator's sizzling voice came out of its strange figure.

"You can attack me if you want," King Elbas commented in an uncaring tone while he continued to inspect the battlefield.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare," The inscribed cultivator replied. "Only an idiot would attack an inscription master recklessly. Defense is our strong point."

"Don't put you and me in the same category," King Elbas snorted. "Our realms are so distant that you should describe them with different words."

"That doesn't change the fact that your side has suffered heavy losses," The inscribed cultivator continued. "Sword Saint and Alexander won't be able to fight for a while. The same goes for many other major players. I wonder if you'll survive our next assault."

"Are Heaven and Earth about to send their main forces?" King Elbas asked and diverted his gaze now that every interesting fight on the battlefield had ended.

"Not at all," The inscribed cultivator stated. "Heaven and Earth have prepared four different rounds for all of you. Though, I'm afraid they will become five or six due to how many injured your side has."

"Five or six," King Elbas repeated. "I'm sorry. This isn't my style, but I must mess with Heaven and Earth's plans."